The Praying Man

Before I married my husband he told me that he could not have children and asked if I would consider alternative methods for us having children together. Well, I said yes, but in my heart it was “no!” I was secretly basking in the ideal that I would not have any more kids. I already had two daughters from previous relationships, so marriage with no more children thrilled me. Little did I know that God truly honors a praying man.

James 5:16 “Therefore, confess your sins to one another, and pray for one another so that you may be healed. The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much.” (NASB)

The first thing I noticed about my husband after we exchanged vows was his prayer life. My husband prayed after our intimate moments. It was too awkward for me to say anything to him about it, so I just watched in amazement. Well, six months after we were married I found out I was pregnant with our first son. Let me just say, I was not pleased. I felt he had lied to me. Oh, but wait, it was me that did the lying. That’s what the Holy Spirit quickly corrected me on. So, nine months later we had our first son and my cold heart just melted. I realized in the single moment that they placed my newborn son on my chest that I had succumbed to “the world’s” lie about children. Myself and many, of my peers believed that children were a burden and we longed for them to grow up. Scripture tells us that children are a blessing, reward, and heritage.

Psalm 127:3-5 “3 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. 4. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. 5. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.” (ESV)

 In that instance I repented and was healed. I said “Lord give me however many you want to give.” I submitted that part of my life to Him completely. I have come to realize my ideas and opinions over the years had been truly based off of other’s views. I needed to discover what I truly believed. It has not been an easy journey and there have even been times when I have told my husband to “stop praying”, for children.

I have encountered many negative opinionated well-meaning family and Christian women that have voiced their concern about me having children. But, I have also experienced the love of Christ through others as well. Through it all, I have come to realize that we are all different, I may never be a doctor or a police officer, but I can be “me.” God puts us all on different paths, so stay in His Will and keep on praying and know that both actions will always lead us to Him.