Sitting in the church parking lot an hour early for Women Prayer meeting. I’m not even lying right now, when I tell you that I am using this paved parking lot of my church as Sanctuary. There is zero voices calling “mommy” right now. I fed my tiny army, kissed Brayde and said good luck, before I walked out the door. BYE FELICIAS!

I’ve never been a part of a women’s prayer meeting. But a bunch of women praying over our church, community and eachother… what’s not to love?

Ok fine. I’m not even lying when I say, that I partially was picturing the scene from The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood. You know, sitting in a candle lit circle with a bunch of headdresses on. Ellen Burstyn and Maggie Smith would be leading the prayers, naturally. Then, Sandra Bullock would show up to declare “YA- YA”. (If you’ve seen this movie. Then you know what I’m talking about. If you have not, then no- I’m not nuts and YES you have to RUN RIGHT NOW and go watch this movie.)

Low and behold though, it was a group of some of my favorites from church. We talked about prayer and how incessantly and intentionally praying can completely change the trajectory. There’s been women in the bible who were determined to get Jesus’ attention. They ran, begged, and chased Him down. They didn’t stop. This is how strong and persuasive women are. This is our gift. Our words are our strength.

** (Let’s be careful. Many, many, many a time, more words were also my downfall.) So TREAD LIGHTLY MY FRIEND.**

But our words are powerful. Prayer is powerful. It’s the biggest force. I can’t calm the seas, and can’t still the storm… but MY GOD CAN and I have a direct source to him. ALL THE TIME. do yall get it?? We have VIP passes! We have the number to the oval office! Shoot, we have the direct line to AIR FORCE ONE!! ANYTIME! We can talk, pray, ask for, beg, lay down our burdens, praise, give thanks abundantly, absolutely anytime we like! It’s such a gift and a tool. The veil was torn. No great and powerful Oz. Just you and God.

I listened to some new friends last night tell their story of surviving cancer. Prayer. Prayer is where they met our Almighty, and where He assured them and promised them peace. The moments that God spoke to them is where they found their strength. Our preacher gave a sermon yesterday on being in dark places, and learning to pull yourself out. When Elijah found himself the most helpless in the back of a dark cave. God told him to come to the threshold of the cave.

God basically said, “I know you’re tired, I know you’re weary. You dont have to travel this entire journey alone. Just meet me at the threshold, I’ll be there. I’ll pass by. I’ll meet you there, and give you enough strength to carry on. I’m here, just take one or two steps in the right direction, and I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

Just call out to Him. Lean on Him. Say His name. And wait. He’ll pass by.

I wrote a post a few weeks back, “Be Still”. It’s TRULY amazing how many times this has come across me this year. Every time I turn around, I see OR I hear “Be Still”. This is my lesson. This is the one that God is so intently trying to teach me.

If you know me at all; You KNOW I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to sit still. I CERTAINLY do NOT know how to be silent. I do. I act. I run to hug people. I move with intent and steadfastness to speak to people. I want to show up. I want to move. I LOVE to dance. I do NOT know how to “Be Still”. It seems simple, but it is just so hard for me. Even when praying I talk and talk and talk to God. I tell him alllllll the things. I thank Him, and praise Him, and unload all of my things, And all of my peoples things too. I beg and I pray and sometimes I cry and shout when I don’t hear His answer. But I can’t hear when I don’t listen. I can spill all of the stuff, but if I’m not still enough to receive what He says in return, I’ll never have my answer, and I will never gain my peace.

I’m learning to find my quiet moments. Quiet moments around here always seem like a great opportunity to get something done. So maybe instead of laundry, I’ll sit in the quiet. And wait for Him to pass by. I hope you hear God’s voice today. ❤