The Privilege to Pray April 16, 2010
I have loved this discussion on praying for our husbands. As I am very new to the “married” thing, I have been so grateful to start off with learning the importance of carrying my requests to God on behalf of my husband. What a privilege it is! To be able to go before the throne of our majestic God and ask for His help, grace, strength, mercy and love to cover and protect my husband each day?? Amazing!
Over the past few weeks, a theme from our Easter messages at church has been on Christ’s resurrection and life and how this affects us day-to-day. One of the questions we’ve been asked was whether or not we live as if Christ has risen and is alive. The correlation between believing and living every day with the awareness that Christ is alive and praying for my husband is strong indeed. If I am constantly conscious that Christ is in fact alive right now, I read in Scripture of His promises to intercede for us before the Father, to give us power to overcome, to conquer sin, to live righteous and obedient lives! What fuel this gives to my prayers for my husband! What encouragement this gives me that my prayers are heard and, when prayed according to His will, will be answered! As Debi mentioned in her post earlier this week, it’s almost as if, in light of this, my prayers can be launched toward Him!
And last week Sheree gave an overview of her message to the moms at the last Mom’s Meeting. Of the three points she shared, I anticipate the one most difficult for me will be remembering that “prayer requires an awareness of our need for God.” Now I usually am eager to get the job done: tell me what it requires and let’s jump to it! (A slight exception to this would be the garage sale we are currently working on…but let’s not discuss that now!! Ha!) However, I am well aware that oftentimes change is slow in coming and usually not on our timetables. Sometimes I won’t be able to “do” anything…but pray…and rely on God’s help and ability to change us.
So, aware of this tendency and armed with the reminder that Christ is ALIVE, I look forward to growing (in the weeks and months and years and decades to come!) in praying faithfully, dependently, biblically and consistently for my precious husband.

My prayers for PJ over the years have been mostly focused on the things I want to see changed in him. After the MOM’s meeting last month, I realized I needed to pray for him differently.

The problem for me was this. He could remember details of his 7th grade football game or the score of the 1971 Redskins game and how many yards Sonny Jurgensen threw for the win. And he could start singing Beatles or Rolling Stones lyrics from songs I didn’t know existed!
After everyone but my youngest daughter left I pouted. Whisked around my bedroom cleaning with that “mad” energy that descends when anger gives me fresh energy. Rehearsed how often I give up my plans to serve my family and how faithful I am to put my plans on our family calendar so everyone will know what’s coming up.
It was quite some time before I changed the focus to me. My anxiety; perplexity; lack of trust in God. And my willingness to so easily judge my husband’s heart. The man who daily demonstrates his care and who has loved me for nearly 40 years in spite of how hard I make it for him.
I was unprepared for how this past weekend was going to affect me.
