In My Prayer Room

Matthew 6:1-6King James Version (KJV)

6 Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them: otherwise ye have no reward of your Father which is in heaven.

2 Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

3 But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth:

4 That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.

5 And when thou prayest, thou shalt not be as the hypocrites are: for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and in the corners of the streets, that they may be seen of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.

6 But thou, when thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.

Dear Friends,

Several years ago my daughter Darci cleared out a special space for me.  I opened the door to one of the closets in the house and she had

created a space for me so that Mommy could have her personal prayer closet.  I was overwhelmed with gratitude that my lovely daughter and sister in-Christ had done this for me.  In obedience to the Holy Spirit she had shown such great insight and love.  The  room became a spiritual fortress and even as I type these words I realize that when I opened the door that day the Holy Spirit ushered me into a new chapter of my spiritual journey.

All of my Christian life I have struggled with the discipline/privilege of prayer. I became intimidated by the LOOMING LARGENESS of it.

I felt that I didn't have the spiritual qualifications to be a strong Pray-er. At first, I felt I was too young. Later I was too busy. Years passed and spiritual blindness took hold. I didn't feel it was necessary to actually pray, talking about doing it was enough.  All of this went on until I found myself standing alone in "my prayer room."

My prayer room.  This is the place where Grandmother, mother, father, preacher, brother or sister cannot help.  It's that "it's me, it's me O Lord standing in the need of"...place. It is the room where the Holy Spirit gives you the now or never glance into your own heart.  It's that room of reckoning where storms threaten to swallow you up and you shake from the inside out and say out loud or shout in your head, "God please help me!"  My prayer room. Of course yours may look different.

In my prayer room.  There are mostly scars and stains and blood like tear drops reminding me of the One who has answered the petitions set forth in my prayer room.  My prayer room is mobile.  It goes where I go. That way I can continually have access to it. 

My prayer room is the place where my faith lives. It is where the real conversations take place. Breakthroughs happen. Directions are given. Steps are ordered. Healing is made manifest. Deliverance occurs. Miracles take place. Freedom rings. In the prayer room. 

Room for God...time for God...communication with God...listening to God...this is the prayer room.

 Pray without ceasing. 

    - I Thessalonians 5:17

Songwriter Johnny Lange described it this way in the chorus to his song entitled I Found the Answer:

I found the answer, I learned to pray!
With faith to guide me, I found the way;
The sun is shining for me each day.
I found the answer, I learned to pray!

in Christ,

Sis. Stephanie