prayer

I am going to break down some things that I need to talk about- the 1st is the power of prayer.
I don’t know a lot about prayer. I know that it’s utterly essential; I know that it’s communication with the almighty and I long for the day when it is the rhythm of my heart and brain and when I speak to God face to face for eternity. But I don’t know how it works, its exact biblical significance, or how things inside of me are set right because I sit with God.
But I have seen what it can do. God taught me a lot about intimacy in prayer before I left for Africa and moving through this trip being able to breathe in and feel His presence has kept me going. And I have seen prayer answered with incomprehensible power and might. One of our groups saw two boys without homes or families in need of protection from their own mother, taken in and being embraced by Christian families that will love and protect them. Another group saw a care center for people with AIDS in a community that desperately needs it spring up in a week. ONE WEEK. And I saw heart changes that were only possibly through the holy work of prayer. I saw subdued children flower and spring up in love and I saw doubts being thrown aside for trust in the sovereignty of the Lord. And He is not done. There is still work to be done in Mpophomeni, in those children, and in our hearts.
On my last day at the family center they gave us Zulu names and they named me Thandazile, which means one who prays. This has worked its way into my life and this identity urges me to cry out to the one that made me.
God answers prayer.
Wait and He will come, in all His overwhelming power and glory.