I grew up saying rote, memorized prayers, with little thought of what I was saying or what it meant. Even the Our Father – the prayer that Jesus Himself taught His disciples (Luke 11:1) – was nothing more than a parroting of words. Sadly, my prayer life could have been defined as “Open mouth, disengage brain.”
After I was born again by God’s great grace (Eph. 2), I distinctly remember the first time I prayed with a group of Moms with Moms in Touch (now called Moms in Prayer). It’s remarkable that I even set foot in that conference room because I remember thinking “How in the world will we pray for our kids for an entire hour?”
It was there that I learned what it means to pray Scripture. I saw and heard firsthand what it means to “Pour out your heart like water before the presence of the Lord! Lift your hands to him for the lives of your children…” (Lam. 2:19). These women were praying to God like He was REAL. Like He was LISTENING. And they were using the words of Scripture to do it.
Again, by God’s great grace, I learned how the God-breathed (2 Tim. 3:16) Bible, as pure truth (John 17:17), could be living and active (Heb. 4:12) in me, in prayer. In the hands of the Holy Spirit in us, God’s word is fuel for our prayers.