Oh, Y’all–My Prayer Chair–The War Room

On Saturday, Labor Day weekend, September 5, 2015 I woke up with one desire. To get a new prayer chair. Maybe that sounds like a spiritual thing. It wasn’t.

I wanted a new prayer chair, but mostly I wanted it be green and soft and pretty. 

For years, I prayed in an Adirondack chair in my bedroom.

Then an antique rocking chair.

I’d filled years of prayer journals–faithful prayers. But they were dutiful, sometimes boring, and always busy-work kind of prayers.

Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right?

You’re supposed to pray.

So, Saturday morning, I headed to Peters and Foster in Monroe, Georgia. Talked to a nice salesman. I knew my prayer chair the minute I saw it.

Just my size. My favorite color. It was even on sale.

For seven days, I used my new prayer chair like my old prayer chairs. 

I read the same books, wrote in my journal, and prayed.

I even took a nap in my new chair.

Then on Sunday afternoon, September 13, at 4:30 p.m. at Carmike Gateway Theater in Bethlehem, GA, my whole world changed.

My husband and I saw the movie, War Room.

Oh. Y’all.

This movie. 

I’m warning you right here and now–

It’ll mess with you. 

It’ll shake you up. 

The first thing it does is this. It reveals your own weaknesses. 

Mine are fear, doubt, pride, control, self-sufficiency, people-pleasing, judging others, selfishness, jealousy, coveting, trying to play God….

Then the miracle happens. During the movie, something changes inside you–it’s the way you feel about people. In the Spirit World, you’ll clearly see the VERY CHAINS that bind those you love. But you won’t waste another second condemning anyone.

Instead,

You’ll be filled with such a love that You’ll see people through Grace. Through God’s eyes. Through His heart. His compassion. And you’ll pray like never before.

Something else, too.

You’ll discover it’s not about having just the right chair or room. Or even a prayer closet, because when this kind of prayer falls on you, you might as well be flat on your face behind a prison wall.

It. Doesn’t. Matter.

When God rises up and pours His Love through you, you learn to fight from your knees. From a Place of Power and Love. 

Finally, oh, finally, you understand what it really means to pray.

And that’s when you become a Prayer Warrior. 

Movie Trailer below

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The heart of the movie below.

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Have you seen WAR ROOM?

Love,

Julie

A New Way to Pray

I’m one of those people who loves writing in a prayer journal. I have stacks and stacks of them.  I even have a cozy corner in my bedroom to pray. So what’s the problem?

Lately, my journaling was pretty much the same words over and over again. I’d worked myself into a ritualistic prayer routine that felt dry. Dutiful. Worn out. I could almost write “ditto,” and check prayer time off my to-do list.

Yesterday, I filled the last page of my old prayer journal,  and this morning I held my brand new pristine journal. Sometimes a clean sheet of paper can be intimidating.

Here we go again. It’s up to me to fill these pages with meaningful stuff.

The Lord seemed to say, “You’re trying to control, Julie. Even your prayer journal. Give it to Me.”

Then I remembered how a family member had led us in worship one morning. He was in drug rehab and read to us from his journal. He cried his way through it. He read God’s words to us.

I asked the Lord if He’d remind me of His love for me like He did that day. Deep in my heart. Real and personal. I picked up my pen and started writing….

My Julie,

I love you with an everlasting love. You are so precious to me. I call you by name. You are Mine. Fear not. I am with you. I hold you with my righteous right hand. I only ask one thing today–Trust Me with all your heart and lean not to your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Me, and I will direct your path. I am your God–the Great I AM. I bought you with a price. You are my beloved daughter. I will never leave you or forsake you. Rejoice. I am with you.

“Lord, forgive me. In my busyness, I’d forgotten Who You are and how to listen.”

Love,

Julie