How to Get Your Prayer Life Series Recap

How to Get Your Prayer Life Series Recap

I don’t know about you, but I’ve really enjoyed this series. It’s been an enlightening journey of sheer honesty and undeniable conviction. I’m challenged to dig deeper and to grow my relationship with God through a more vulnerable voice and a more sensitive ear.

If you’ve missed any section of the series, or if you just want to check it out in its entirety, here’s the full series for your review.

How to Get Your Prayer Life Part 3

7 Candid Tips for Getting Rid of Prayer Envy

Prayer Envy is real y’all. It’s that stirring of discontentment in one’s own prayer life produced by a longing to have the powerful style of prayer observed in another. I talked about my prayer envy before, so this time, I wanted to provide a few tips on how to get rid of prayer envy, just in case you find yourself giving Sister So-N-So the side eye at the next small groups meeting. So, here we go…

How to Get Your Prayer Life Part 2

Help! I Have Prayer Envy!

I never was the pray out loud kind of girl. I felt like if God doesn’t speak audibly to me, then I probably shouldn’t speak audibly to Him. I figured it was talking to yourself if you’re talking out loud, as opposed to talking within yourself as a spiritual channel accessed solely by the Father.

Wrong.

So the first time I was asked to pray, I’m pretty sure I uttered the words, “Out loud?” Praying out loud terrified me because I knew I would be viewed as a lesser Christian who had no real value. Nothing to bring to the church. Just useless. Probably not even a real Christian. Just some fake, fraudulent facade of a Christian with no prayer life and no power. A nightmare happening before my very eyes.

I had been found out.

How to Get Your Prayer Life Part 1

Why is Prayer So Difficult?

I grew up in church, but I never learned how to pray. At that church, prayer was a ritual of memorized chants and 90-second moments of silence to throw in your own two cents. I never really gave much thought to what I was saying. Because when you memorize, you don’t have to think. You just do what you already know to do. No thought needed.

Suffice it to say there was no learning how to pray. Not in the way that I think of prayer now.  It wasn’t a conversation with God. It was lip service to God. It wasn’t necessarily heartfelt. Honestly, it was mind-numbing. Literally, my mind would go blank because the memory muscles would kick in. I wasn’t praying to God.

I was an autopilot with God.

When the Calling is Exhausting Series Part 4

Clean My Heart

Going to the grocery store with a 7-year-old, a 2-year-old, and a 5-month-old is too adventurous for me. I decided quite some time ago to do the bulk of our grocery shopping online to save time and sanity. Not because I’m reticent. But after I sit an infant car seat and a rambunctious toddler in the shopping cart, there’s only enough room for a bunch of bananas, a bag of Goldfish, and a loaf of bread.

So I ClickList it.

I order online and pick it up on the way home after from Christian’s school. It’s convenient because my card is on file, they substitute unavailable items, and they load the groceries in your trunk. Easy button pressed.

When the Calling is Exhausting Series Part 3

Guard My Mouth

I’ve always been fairly opinionated. Ok…not fairly, more like strongly opinionated. When I feel like I know what I’m talking about or have a different perspective that may bring some clarity and understanding to the forefront, I can get passionate. Stubborn. Outspoken even. And it’s all because of that loudmouth voice in my head, telling me to say this and interject that and push back until they stand down. ‘Don’t give up until you’ve been heard and understood,’ it says. ‘And felt,’ it demands. It always wants to be felt.

When the Calling is Exhausting Series Part 2

Hold My Arms

I remember this one time, at band camp, our band director decided to hold a contest. Between all the marching drills and the memorization of sheet music, he decided we needed something fun to break up the monotony. Not exactly sure what the prize was, but the challenge was to hold your arms straight out, perpendicular to your body, for as long as you can. You were counted out if your arms dipped down too much or, of course, if you slapped them down to your sides. They had to be in a straight line or you were disqualified and had to sit down.

I remember desperately wanting to win, for whatever reason. I mean, did I really need bragging rights at band camp?