A Woman of Authentic Prayer
This is the fourth in a series of posts to celebrate International Women’s Day today, and Mother’s Day on Sunday. Check out previous posts here.
By Diana Kenyangi
“And she made a vow, saying, “Lord Almighty, if you will only look on your servant’s misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the Lord for all the days of his life……”
So in the course of time, Hannah became pregnant and gave birth to a son…….”
1 Samuel 1:11, 20 (NIV)
As a parent, raising a 4 year old on my own, there is a story behind that.
A story of pain and depression, a story of misery and hopelessness!
Being raised in a Christian home did not mean I would automatically follow the ways of the Lord always, however, it did mean that I would always know when I was living apart from God. So when things were really tough in my past relationship, I often took matters into my own hands, trying to find a human solution to my circumstances with no success. It is then that I realised the Lord never left me, it was me that left so I went back to basics and reached for the word of God, crying out to God to remember me despite my failures and lead me back to Himself.
Here is where I draw inspiration from Hannah. Hannah wanted a son, so when she prayed to God, she prayed for exactly that, a son! Many times I called out to God for help, but I was never specific. Hannah inspired me to approach the Lord with confidence, and with my exact needs, coupled with the faith that God would answer, and so I did. I prayed for direction and I prayed for healing.
However, most importantly, I had to break before God, just as Hannah broke to a point of being mistaken for a drunk; I broke before God and unashamedly admitted my failure. I told God that I would not waste my new life as I had done the lives given me in the past, and I prayed for guidance.
Today I stand as a living testimony that the Lord does hear our cries in times of trouble and that He does answer. He puts people in our lives that help us and He holds our hands through trials, gently walking us through even the darkest of times. Most importantly, from Hannah, I learn to be patient and humble, to ‘fight’ vertically rather than horizontally; Hannah knew that her husband loved her dearly but she refused to look at him, she looked at God. No matter how the world loves, God loves better and fixing our eyes upon Him is the only sure way to fulfil His purpose for our lives.