LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER: God Bless the Praying Women

Recently, I prayed over a broken toilet.

Now it’s official: I’ve turned into my mother.

After all these years, I still can't sew or tie a bow, but I’m piecing it all together. I learned from watching her.

Because of Mom, I know it’s good to ask God into every situation.

I used to roll my eyes at Mom’s amens and hallelujahs over dirty dishes, but now my gaze is fixed on Jesus, the Fixer and Finisher of my faith.

While Mom and I got a lot of things wrong, when it came to prayer, she was 100% right.

Because a praying woman passes down a future and a fortune to 1,000 generations, extending hope to the hurting and help for the weak.

If you had a praying momma like me, claim your inheritance.

If you’re the first prayer warrior in your circle, let God be your portion today.

You and I are precious daughters of the King and His best-kept secret weapons to fight the enemy that wars against the human soul.

Don’t let our sweet smiles fool you. With God’s Word on our lips, we spit in the devil’s eye. On our knees before God’s throne, we shake the gates of hell.

Lord knows we're not perfect. There’s not a praying woman who is.

We burn the toast, scorch the shirt, forget the tickets, and point in the wrong direction. But we'll fall on our knees the next morning to ask forgiveness and the grace to begin again.

Like every prayer warrior before you, you bow before God, roll up your sleeves, and stand in His strength. You give, and still it comes back to you, pressed down, shaken together, and poured over your life.

Because you trust God is more than enough.

You make room for one more story, one more minute, one more burden, and one more plate.

Somehow, God always makes a way.

Some nights, you think you can't do it anymore, but you'll never stop.

Deep down, you believe.

God hears your cries; tears fall on holy ground. New life will bloom in the wasteland.

Chains will break; bars will bend; mountains will move; deliverance will come. You'll see God’s goodness before the end.

The Lord will teach your children, and great will be their peace, because they learned to pray from watching you.

That’s the greatest legacy you and I can receive, pass on, and leave behind.

Lord Jesus, hear our prayers. God bless the praying women.