Women of God, This is What We Train For

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I have a house with food.

A well with water.

I have nothing on my schedule important to anyone but me.

I have three children who, though not always the case, by the grace of God, are healthy.

I have a husband whose greatest concern is coaching little league.

I have acres of land, trees, and rocks to explore.

I have a neighborhood street that rarely sees a car.

I have spring bulbs sprouting more each day.

I have a God who provided it all.

My greatest calling in this season of stress is to raise this next generation to be stress resilient, compassionate, but more than anything, to know that we are the warriors. The prayer warriors.

We are the front line.

The devil wants us to use these comforts to hide behind but we will not. We will recognize our blessing and use that as a launchpad for the greatest prayer war we have waged so far.

We are called to protect and bless our families and our land, but our calling extends to protecting our neighborhoods and our towns with the power of prayer. We all have a role to play in society.

Some will care for the sick in doctors’ offices and hospitals and some will teach our children at school.

Some protect us from harm or grow our food and some serve our community in uniform.

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What is my role when everything is stripped back to necessity?

I am a wife to a good man, a mother to healthy children, but my highest calling is as a prayer warrior for my community.

If I cannot effectively bless my world and radiate that blessing from myself outward I am not the Christian I am called to be.

Women of God, this is what we have trained for.

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This spring I am not teaching Sunday school or volunteering or helping with homework. I’m no longer driving to lessons or sports, tracking after school activities and doctor check-ups. Date nights are in. Dental appointments can be delayed and summer doesn’t truly need planning.

I am taking my children each morning and praying over our bodies and homes and land. I am praying for healing in our neighborhood and our street. I am praying for the healing of disease in our school and town hall and hospitaI. I am speaking the Word of God to my friends and neighbors who are doctors and first responders.

I am using the power of prayer to turn the tide.

I will do it all with my children at my side and my husband at my back. I am taking my army and changing our world. We are here “for such a time as this.”

“Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results James 5:16 (NLT).”

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Avanya Manasseh

I am an introverted writer, wife and mom, as well as the Founding Writer and Editor in Chief at Scripta Edits. I live with my husband and three young children in New England.

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