From the moment she knew I existed in her womb, she’d been raising prayers to her God on my behalf , “God let this pregnancy be smooth. God let this Child be healthy. God let your plans for this child’s life prevail. Lord don’t let this child suffer. God this… God that…”
When she set eyes on me, her prayers didn’t stop, they intensified, “let this child eat properly, don’t let this child be sick, let her start crawling, help her to walk, help her to talk.”
With a gobby attitude i started pushing boundaries with back chat and smart comments, yet she didn’t stop praying.
“lord let this child accept the discipline I give her, Lord let this child know right from wrong, lord let this child know when I smack her it’s because I love her. “
In my school days I’d bring friends home. She’d smile at me and go back on her knees and pray away the godless friends. And when i discovered the back bitting, and cheating, after they deserted me when i needed them most, Mama was there to wipe the tears away, praying, “Lord let her know she’s not alone, Lord strengthen her character so she doesn’t compromise her faith or herself for anyone, Lord bring godly people into her life, those that will lead her to you.”
When I wore mini skirts and painted my face, as she wrestled the rags off me, she prayed, “Jehovah! What kind of thing is this, my child is not a prostitute, banish every promiscuous spirit from her life, bring to remembrance the modesty and decorum you taught her through me!”
And when the boys strated darkening our doorstep, the prayers intensified, ” Elshaddai! Don’t let her be prey to beats and wolves, this one looks like a womanizer, please expose him for what he is. The other one looks like a freeloader, my God end this affair, that one’s family is deeply rooted in occultism -Jesus! You know that is not her portion! Dont let her be sacrificed to idols! Holy Ghost fire burn their plans, throw confusion into the enemies camp. Let her find her own Adam, remove these wolves from her life.” and remove he did, as I mourned relationships that we’re never meant to be, hurt by the one who was cheating on me, the one who stole from and the one who simply disappeared, she went to her God thanking and praising Him.
And when Mr.Right turned up, she went back in prayer singing praises and offering thanks, still petitioning for a fruitful and sanctified marriage.
When her grandchild was conceived, I found myself, praying like life depended on it. Her prayers and mine reached the heavens convinced God hears the heart cry of praying mothers.
When the life of my unborn child was threatened, He heard our Geary petitions. And when he was born very early, Both mum and I sat at side, while his frail tiny body lay in an incubator, praying and praising. Even when the doctors said he’s be slow and behind his peers, we prayed and praised when we saw him race far ahead of his mates, defying the odds and being a living testimony.
The months have turned to years and the prayers haven’t ceased and for that we’ve seen miracle after miracle…
So my dears, Never underestimate the power of a praying mother, it could change a life and save generations.
Do you have any testimonies of a praying mother?