Last March, a near stranger introduced me to a new way of praying that has radically changed my life.
I “happened” (there are no coincidences when you’re a believer, Friend!) to sit down next to a woman I barely knew at a local writer’s conference reception. After the rest of the table had long since cleared away, she and I continued to talk about life, love, and faith. And there among the remnants of sausage balls, veggie sticks and cheese dip, I found myself spilling my heart out about a personal prayer request for someone dear to me.
She immediately asked me how I was praying for this person. My response was honest, yet unfortunately, vague. “I’m asking God to help them. Change them. Move in them. Guide them. You know, the usual.” (Sound familiar?)
She frowned. “No, I mean, what are you praying for them? What Scripture?”
I just stared at her, probably with broccoli in my teeth.