Whoever says prayer is worthless is wrong. My first exam was today, and I had so many people praying for me. My Life Group prayed for me last night, and several said they would pray today. My sister and one of her roommates, my father-in-law, my mom, many other friends - the list is long and I am so blessed to have that prayer support. I even think they were praying for me - no, I KNOW they were praying for me at the back office.
I could literally feel those prayers enveloping me last night and this morning, all the way until I finished the exam and I saw that word "Passed" on the screen. That's when I started shaking. I nearly left the testing center without my purse, not that I would have gotten anywhere.
I started praying this morning before I rolled out of bed. I do that many times, but this morning I thought it would be especially important, and it was. Trust the evil one that he wanted me to be all flustered and not walking in the peace which Jesus died to provide for me.
Because a certain furry someone thought that 5:45 was a good time for me to wake up and scratch his head, I slept a little later than I planned. That meant that I could choose between making a good breakfast and skipping the practice test, or taking the practice test and doing the drive-through. I chose the test, thinking that surely by 9:45ish most folks would have already had their Chick-Fil-A. The line wasn't long, but nobody ever took my order! Two cars in the other lane went on, and I was "hello!"ing the speaker, but nada. Zip. No one there. So I just drove up to the window and told the nice man that no one had helped me. He gave me my chicken biscuit at no charge! There the devil had wanted me to get all upset and I get a free breakfast. Naner naner, you sorry devil!
That peace lasted through the traffic, even when I got to the construction and decided to go around behind it. I still got there within four minutes of my plan. And I was not flustered, although I hate being not early.
That peace is ours. We just have to know it, believe it, and take it. Any time we let circumstances or other people's actions or anything rob us of our peace, we are the losers. Jesus never lost His peace, not even when he overturned the moneychangers' tables at the Temple. And he was at peace because he was always in prayer. He was always talking to His Father. Prayer enables us to keep our peace, not only our own prayers but others' prayers for us.
Prayer is real, and it works.
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