When Your Husband Takes Your Hand To Pray // Featured Guest Bethany @ Dandelion Pie
I am excited to introduce a new blogging friend, Bethany, who writes at Dandelion Pie. I initially found her blog last year during the Five Minute Friday. I was intrigued by her blog title because, well, I love anything related to dandelions. I just love her zeal and passion for life. I hope you will head over to Bethany’s blog and have a look around. She recently returned from her honeymoon and is beginning to write again.
“Marriage is so much better than dating” I confided to a close friend.
“But why?” she probed, with her eyes full of wonder “What, specifically, makes married life so good?”
I had no idea what to expect when I first said “I do”, and many of my friends have asked me similar questions: “what is marriage really like? What has surprised you about being married? Is married life wonderful?”
Warrior Man and I have been married one month. Thirty-one days filled to bursting with a honeymoon to Chicago, moving in to our first apartment, grocery shopping trips, family events, and movie nights. One month of life married to this handsome human being I call Husband.
A day or two into our honeymoon I asked Warrior Man if he wanted to pray for us. We were in our hotel room, and he started a prayer and I finished it. This one prayer request which started so innocently has grown every day. Proving to me once again the Lord can do a lot with a tiny step in His direction.
[tweetthis]Never underestimate what the Lord can do with one small step of faith. @YoungMillerGirl via @BarbieSwihart[/tweetthis]
The next day we were driving in the car and he quietly took my hand and started praying.
The day after that we were about to watch a movie and I took his hand in mine and started praying.
Our daily prayer has, like insulation, become packed around every crook and cranny of our lives ensuring safety and warmth.
These prayers are not the short prayers which used to be the bread and butter of my Bible time, but are quite lengthy sometimes stretching into the hour rather than minutes. This has surprised nobody more than myself. I always thought of prayer as a discipline rather than a joy, but the more I taste it the more I crave its peace.
A few of the items we pray about on a daily basis: our marriage, thanking God for the other person, specific prayers for our friends (not just be with them, but specifically what they are struggling with), members of our families, pregnant mothers we know, the future President, our finances, what we are thankful for currently, and our future children.
We haven’t been super regimented about this, or even mentioned it to each other. Sometimes we miss a day. But you can be assured that the next day one of us will reach out a hand and start praying.
Even as I type about this, I realize how utterly simple it sounds. We all know we should be praying on a daily basis, but how often do we really immerse ourselves in this life giving habit? This simple act we return to day after day has begun to breathe life and joy into areas of my life like never before.
If this is not something you have done in your marriage or in your life in general then I want to encourage you to reach out your hand, and begin pouring out your heart to the Creator of the Universe. Prayer is the simplest and most powerful thing you could do today. Grab your spouse’s hand in the kitchen, and begin throwing those worries heavenward. Call up your best friend on the phone and pray for each other over your lunch break. Finish every workout with a prayer with your running buddy. Big things happen when you, and I, pray.
[tweetthis]Let’s stop taking prayer for granted. @YoungMillerGirl via @BarbieSwihart[/tweetthis]
Let’s stop taking prayer for granted. We can start by taking one small step. Reaching out a hand. And opening our eyes to see the great things He has in store.