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We have a guest blogger today – Heather Boersma. She recounts a powerful story of how prayer can open hearts and heal wounds. Thanks Heather.

A Ninety Minute Prayer

by Heather Boersma (reprinted with Permission June 11, 2012)

I prayed all the way there…

I prayed all the way there.

An hour and half to get my heart right. An hour and thirty minutes to be brought low, and be lifted up. Ninety minutes to have my eyes adjusted to reality – not the here and now, but the then and there.

The truth is I felt unsure. I wondered if this was really where I needed to be. Would I have the right words to say to these young moms, these ones who have seen and experienced so much heartbreak? So much pain? So much injustice?

As the young women filled the room where I’d be sharing my story, God’s truth, I watched and wondered. Watched and prayed. Watched and pleaded with God – “Do your will in spite of me. Have your way and help me to get out of the way.”

I shared the story of how we all began, how we were formed in the image of our Creator. They watched me with open eyes, they laughed when I joked, they listened and some even nodded their heads in agreement. “You are beautiful” I said. “There is nothing you can do to add to that beauty, and there is NOTHING you can do to lose it. It’s who you are!”

Later than evening I shared my story, the ups and downs, the moments of pure devastation and the hope found in Christ, found in truth. “You are fearfully and wonderfully made, you carry the image of God, you are full of destiny. God loves you and has an incredible plan for your life.” If only my speaking it out loud would make them believe it, really believe it. Not just in their heads, but deep deep down in their wounded, broken, ever-seeking hearts.

After the session each one came forward, and each one was given a book and a prayer. And as I lay my hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes, my prayers from that ninety minute drive were answered. I saw her, really SAW her. Not just as she was in that moment, but the potential of who God created her to be. And we prayed. Words of life and truth whispered, embraces of love and hope given.

Another hour and half drive to pray and process. An hour and thirty minutes to both thank and question God. Ninety minutes to wonder how a girl can looks so old and worn – so young and vulnerable all at the same time.


The Power of Prayer

by Belinda Burston at Whatever He Says (reprinted from The Power of Prayer, October 21, 2010)

As Belinda drove her car to a conference a passenger related this story:

A few years ago his mother called him about a man who was depressed due to family circumstances. Distraught, the man decided to end his life and went to the basement and where he planned to drink a bottle of drain cleaner. The pain of the liquid going down his throat was unbearable, and he dashed upstairs. He grabbed a jug of milk and drank as much as he could, then ran outside, where he was vomiting on the front lawn, when a police car came around the corner. A police car arriving at that very moment, in the small town he lived in, was highly unlikely, but that’s what happened and he was rushed to the hospital where they did emergency surgery. The man remained in hospital for months, recovering, but he was told that due to the damage to his esophagus he would never speak again.

When my coworker’s mother called to ask him to pray for the man, she just said the man needed prayer, she didn’t give any details because of the stigma of a suicide attempt. Soon, many people were praying for him, even not knowing what the specific need was.

Three months later, the man went to the doctor. The doctor leafed through the reports on his desk, then looked up and said, “This is unbelievable, but there is no scar tissue. There is no reason why you shouldn’t talk again.”

Then he closed the file on the desk, looked at the man, and said, “Have people been praying for you?”

Later that day, over lunch, I asked my coworker to share the story with the others at our table.

This time he started the story, “My brother was depressed….”


Train to Poland — Part 2

by Grace Fox (first printed  Train to Poland – Part 2, July 22nd, 2010)

This is our eighth trip to Eastern Europe since 2008 and, apart from gasping at near head-on collisions, I’ve never felt afraid. Until today, that is.

Passengers come and go on these trains. For several miles, two men in their 60s sat on the bench across from us. Theirs was an animated conversation until one turned his attention to me and began jabbering in Polish. His eyebrows shot up when I told him that I couldn’t understand because I spoke only English. He moved closer, grabbed my hand and kissed it.

I was okay with this display of Polish culture but squirmed inside when he began to squeeze my hand and pat my arm with his other hand. Then he leaned toward my face. All of this happened within a few seconds. A teenage boy in the next seat began translating what the man was saying, at which time Gene stood up and asked the man to back off.

The man responded by speaking louder and squeezing tighter. Gene repeated his request. The man turned up his volume and now leaned towards my husband. Visions of his punching Gene popped into my head. I shot up an arrow prayer for help.

At that exact moment, the conductor stepped into our train car. Understand that conductors routinely walk through the cars to ensure that all passengers have purchased tickets and aren’t freeloading. This conductor hadn’t set foot in this car for the past hour despite the train making numerous stops and collecting passengers along the way. His sudden appearance at that exact moment was nothing short of an immediate answer to prayer.

Without speaking a word, the conductor sized up the situation and took control. He pulled the man away from me and kicked him off the train when it stopped a few moments later. Everyone in the car heaved a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry,” said the conductor as he walked way.

“No problem,” I said, whispering a big thank-you to God under my breath. He showed up as my protector in the form of a train conductor – how awesome is that? While it was quite amazing to see Him answer prayer so quickly, I truly hope He won’t have to do it again!


Powerful and Effective Prayer

Many believers admit that their greatest spiritual weakness is in the area of prayer.

I have heard this statement time and again. Why? Are they afraid to pray? Do they feel unworthy of speaking to God? Do they not think He listens and answers? Or do they not have the right Spiritual Index.

That is what Oswald Chambers calls it. (August 24th Devotional from My Utmost for His Highest).

“As a child of God I am good only as I walk in the light. …It is no use praying unless we are living as children of God.”

Those words resonated with me this morning.

Then I turned to the Bible study I am working through after my mission trip to Poland. It was on the same topic. Was this a God-incident? I think so.

Here are some thoughts on which to ponder.

Based on James 5: 17-18

“The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. Elijah was a man just like us. He prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the land for three and a half years. Again he prayed, and the heavens gave rain, and the earth produced its crops.”

James tells us that this is an example of a righteous man that prays. Prayers can make a difference. Prayers are powerful. But we need to be in His will.

Righteous Christians are those who have confessed (read 1 John 1:9) and agreed with God about any personal sin revealed to them by the Holy Spirit. When we are cleansed from unrighteousness we are free to release our request to God and it will be powerful, effective and heard by Almighty God.

Righteousness is being right with God. We can’t whine and complain if we aren’t clearly working with Him. So I challenge you to talk to Him, get right with Him and then give Him your cares and concerns.


Thank You Lord for hearing the prayers of the righteous. If there is any unconfessed sin in our hearts please reveal it to us. We thank You that our prayers can be powerful and effective. Thank You for this wonderful way to connect with You. In Jesus’ name. AMEN.