This really spoke to my heart. I've experienced seasons where I've prayed for years without seeing the answer I hoped for, and it can be easy to wonder if anything is happening. I love your reminder that prayer isn't simply about changing our circumstances, but about remaining connected to God in the middle of them. "Prayer becomes a tethered conversation" is such a beautiful picture. Daniel and Esther remind us that God's presence is not dependent on immediate relief. Thank you for encouraging those of us who are still waiting to keep praying, not because we have all the answers, but because He is still faithful, even in the silence.
It comes from a season where I prayed and prayed and prayed that My Husband would somehow recover from a mental health decline. He did not it got worse. We had only been married four months and 10 days when he died by suicide it was the most questionable space of my life, and I’ve had other questionable spaces. After that when all hell was breaking loose, I couldn’t find my glasses and I prayed and prayed and prayed. I could find my glasses cause I need them to drive and I found them and then almost like my brother standing in the room, but not my brother because my brother is a nice person I heard a voice said see God answered your prayer about the glasses, but he didn’t answer your prayer about your husband and I thought oh my goodness I had some bowling words to use against Satan that day and I still use my bowling words when I think about that moment. Our prayer is not to save us realizing that changed how I prayed.
Thank you so much for sharing this with me. My heart broke reading your story. I am so deeply sorry for the loss of your husband and for the unimaginable pain you walked through so early in your marriage.
What you shared about your glasses and that accusing voice really struck me. The enemy is so cruel in the way he tries to twist our grief and distort God's character. I'm grateful the Lord gave you the discernment to recognize the lie and stand against it.
I also appreciate what you said about prayer no longer becoming a way to "save us," but becoming something deeper. That perspective carries the weight of someone who has walked through profound suffering and found that God's presence remains, even when the answers don't come the way we desperately hoped.
Thank you for trusting me with such a sacred part of your story. I know God will use your Substack to reach others who are hurting, because your words carry both honesty and the hope that can only come from someone who has walked through deep suffering with Him. I'm praying that He continues to surround you with His comfort and peace as you keep sharing the hope He's brought from such profound sorrow.
Thank you. It’s been almost 5 years since all this happened… Will be five years in October and I’ve learned a lot and that was five years about myself and about God.
This really spoke to my heart. I've experienced seasons where I've prayed for years without seeing the answer I hoped for, and it can be easy to wonder if anything is happening. I love your reminder that prayer isn't simply about changing our circumstances, but about remaining connected to God in the middle of them. "Prayer becomes a tethered conversation" is such a beautiful picture. Daniel and Esther remind us that God's presence is not dependent on immediate relief. Thank you for encouraging those of us who are still waiting to keep praying, not because we have all the answers, but because He is still faithful, even in the silence.
It comes from a season where I prayed and prayed and prayed that My Husband would somehow recover from a mental health decline. He did not it got worse. We had only been married four months and 10 days when he died by suicide it was the most questionable space of my life, and I’ve had other questionable spaces. After that when all hell was breaking loose, I couldn’t find my glasses and I prayed and prayed and prayed. I could find my glasses cause I need them to drive and I found them and then almost like my brother standing in the room, but not my brother because my brother is a nice person I heard a voice said see God answered your prayer about the glasses, but he didn’t answer your prayer about your husband and I thought oh my goodness I had some bowling words to use against Satan that day and I still use my bowling words when I think about that moment. Our prayer is not to save us realizing that changed how I prayed.
Thank you so much for sharing this with me. My heart broke reading your story. I am so deeply sorry for the loss of your husband and for the unimaginable pain you walked through so early in your marriage.
What you shared about your glasses and that accusing voice really struck me. The enemy is so cruel in the way he tries to twist our grief and distort God's character. I'm grateful the Lord gave you the discernment to recognize the lie and stand against it.
I also appreciate what you said about prayer no longer becoming a way to "save us," but becoming something deeper. That perspective carries the weight of someone who has walked through profound suffering and found that God's presence remains, even when the answers don't come the way we desperately hoped.
Thank you for trusting me with such a sacred part of your story. I know God will use your Substack to reach others who are hurting, because your words carry both honesty and the hope that can only come from someone who has walked through deep suffering with Him. I'm praying that He continues to surround you with His comfort and peace as you keep sharing the hope He's brought from such profound sorrow.
Thank you. It’s been almost 5 years since all this happened… Will be five years in October and I’ve learned a lot and that was five years about myself and about God.