When a Mother prays, her approach is usually very different from that of the son or daughter that is in need. Her approach however, looks past the personal wishes and wants of her children. She is more concerned about the reason her kids got into the mess in the first place. This is powerful because, in her wisdom, the prayers of a mother go directly to the throne of God and re-direct the errant path from the trailhead.
When I have a need, I know exactly who to call. My Mother is not the saint on Sunday morning or at Tuesday evening prayer meeting, that travails and wails out loud from the upper room. This is not to say that those that do are not in order. It is not her nature or style. She is a prayer warrior non-the-less. Her preference seems to be a more private closet of prayer. In my case, I have learned to trust the prayers of a mother. When I spill my guts about an issue, it could be about a monetary need, I explain to her how badly I need money to rain from heaven. She listens intently, gives me moral support and when I hang up the phone, I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders.
My Mother doesn’t always tell me how she prays. She always assures me that she will pray about it. Knowing that I have engaged the prayers of a mother always reduces some of the urgency of the moment. While she clearly does not enjoy seeing her child in despair, I’m sure she chuckles a bit inside when I wallow in self-pity, and dramatize the situation to let her know just how bad I have it. When I explain that all I need is for God to send someone with a bag of money and everything will be fine, the wheels start turning in her mind. She knows that a bag of money probably will not solve the problem. It will smooth over the pain for a fleeting moment, but the real problem still exists. That is her focus.
When a mother prays she asks God to make a way for the son or daughter to get out from under the mortgage that they shouldn’t have signed up for in the first place. I usually don’t want my mother to pray that way, because I still want the big house and the new car. A mother recognizes that the things we want in life are usually the root of the problem.
I will always cherish the prayers of a mother, whether that is my biological mother, the most precious lady in my world, or the mother figure in a church. I know in my heart that the prayers of a mother are what I need, even if what she asks for is not what I want.
The prayers of a mother don’t stop when kids grow up and leave home. When a mother prays the frequency and intensity are in direct relation to the needs of her kids, even if they are old enough to know better.