Product of a Zealous Prayer

I am a product of the fervent, radical, persistent prayer of my mother.
I know this because I saw her.
I saw her stay up deep into the night groaning and pacing over the house pleading for my safety against anything and everything from wherever.
I saw her barge in when I was just about slipping to sleep to lay hands on me and cry out to the Lord to direct my path, help me not go astray.

I saw her go on her knees with soft whispering thanking the Lord for each and every feat along the way even the drawbacks.
“Baby I got to pray”. She would say.
I believe this because I am reaping it’s fruits.

I am a product of the ethical, righteous, consistent prayer of my father.
I know this because I was there each time.
I was there when he called me, sat me down on a chair, covered the crown of my head with the palm of his hands and spoke life into me.
I was there when he asked the Lord to lead me towards people and place that are right for me.
I was there when he asked that I be exempted from plague that aren’t mine to fight, even ones that seems mine, he asked that I be equipped to face them.

I was there when each and every move was accompanied by a prayer of guidance and thanks.
“Mariam, come let me pray for you”. He would say.
I believe this because I am benefitting from it’s results.

I am a product of the unparalleled, covet, continuous prayer of myself.
I know this because I do it.
I go to the father unhinged with all the confusions, disappointment, frustrations and overwhelming emotions.
I bare out the laundry before him, the shame, the scars and all.
I don’t clean up or clear out or filter through. He is the master gardener after all.

I talk as I would to a friend. I listen (sometimes🤦‍♀️) as I would to a friend. I forget then I remember. I act then I pause. I don’t have it right but I pray regardless.
“Mimi pray on that”. I say.
I believe this because I am shaping up from it’s effects.

Whose prayer are you a product of?

Whose prayer do you want to be a product of?
It’s not as much as who is praying for us as is it the heart that it is coming from.
There are individual and congregational interceding prayers all over the world .
And It’s not as much as how many people are praying for us as it is the heart in us.

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