The Power of Prayer.


"Each time he said, 'My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.'"

- 2 Corinthians 12:9


I was fired up, ready to start this new chapter of my life. This was three and a half years ago when I started this blog.

It began as a way to promote the book I self-published. And to be completely transparent with you, I just wanted to boost my SEO ranking. I never expected the blog to transform to where it is now.

It's funny how God works.

Three years ago, I wrote "non-religious" messages that catered to people in every lifestyle, but for some (not-so-obvious-to-me) reason, I couldn't find my writing voice. It wasn't until a year later that I realized that I wasn't being true to who I was, and that's why I couldn't find it.

In fact, there was nothing to find. My voice was there all along, I just needed to embrace it.

Thank God that He promised to work all things for the good of those who love Him. He had a different plan for my blog and took my limited idea, molded it, and used it for His glory.

Half the time, I've had no idea what I was going to write about, but, by His grace, He always gave me a message—even if it was in the last minute. And often, it was.

But something interesting happened this year. Instead of feeling fired up, I've been feeling burned out.

I've been feeling like God has no longer been giving me His grace to write, and what once brought me so much joy and fulfillment has become a burden.

I was reminded this week of my childhood and the power of prayer. Growing up, my mom would pray with my siblings and me every night before we went to sleep.

When it was time to go to school in the morning, she would call us downstairs to pray before we got on the school bus.

And when we got in the car to go anywhere, even if it was just to the grocery store, she would pray. She would thank God for another day, ask Him for traveling mercies, and then go down the super long list of everyone she wanted to pray for.

She prayed over our food.

She prayed over our boo-boos and tummy aches.

And she prayed over anything she could think of.

When we were sick on a Sunday morning, my mom would pray and make us go to church.

"You're not feeling good? Well, church is the perfect place for healing!" she would say.

When I went to college and did my own thing, the one thing I never forgot to do was pray because my mom instilled the power of prayer in us without us even realizing it.

So, over the last few months, I've been praying and asking God for guidance. Should I continue the blog, or should I stop? What do you want me to do, Lord?

And I've gotten no response ... until I came across this scripture this week.

"Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and make me willing to obey you."

- Psalms 51:12

In this verse, David was asking God to give him back the joy that he once had before sin clouded his judgment and to keep him from falling.

This scripture spoke to my heart because the joy that I once had to do God's will, to help strengthen you in your walk is fading, and I now need God to restore that joy and keep me from giving up.

In the most unusual way, Psalm 51 encouraged me to know that it's not over until God says it’s over.

God wants total dependence on Him. And when you get to that place where all you can do is look up, His power will work through you in the best way possible.

"Each time he said, 'My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.'"

- 2 Corinthians 12:9

When you feel burdened, like giving up, and weak, turn to God in prayer because that's when His strength will be revealed to you in ways you never could've imagined.

And when He shows up, don't forget to turn to God again in prayer and thank Him.

Only God can restore your joy. And if He said it, He will do it!

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You were born to do great things. Keep praying.

- Mags