Hola peepcachos. No idea why I said that but I guess I did. I am learning Dutch. Ik spreek een beetje Nederlands. Ik ben Ashley. Goedenavond. Jullie bent mens, maar ik niet. Ik ben een appel. Het spijjt me.
None of this has anything to do with this blog post, but I felt like I needed to get something strange out of my system. I am writing on my Mom’s computer instead of my laptop because she is borrowing it for a meeting and there is something powerful and inspiring about sitting back at an ‘actual’ computer. For one, I am on an actual office chair. There are two screens. My screen is nearly at eye level. Typing on her keyboard makes lots of clicking and clacking which I enjoy. Considering I can type at a speed of 120 WPM off the top of my head, all the sounds tend to make me feel super powerful.
At this point I am just biding time because I am not sure what to write in this blog post. Intercession is an interesting but intricate part of my every day life. My Mom was the first one to say I was probably an Intercessor, in the idea of the word meaning God gives me the burden of others or prayers for them, in my spirit.
That did not sound how I wanted it to, but I shall explain.
December 10th, 2019. The only reason I know the exact date is because I uploaded something on my Instagram story at 3 in the morning because I was awake and I just checked the date on it. Previous to this day, a brother of mine had been saying he was having trouble sleeping. Pain, specifically in his back, was waking and keeping him up at night. I think it had gone on for a couple days and then God told me to pray for it.
Well guess who didn’t get sleep that night?
I woke up at 2 AM with intense pain in my back for an inexplicable reason and I could not fall back to sleep. Well not inexplicable because I realized twenty minutes into being awake that my spirit was interceding on my brother’s behalf in prayer and in line with God. I got the infinite joy of staying up for nearly 24 hours because of it.
As someone who does not struggle to fall asleep it was incredibly strange for me.
This is not the only time something like that had and has happened. Sometimes I start crying for absolutely no reason and there is a heaviness on my chest, not the kind from my own mind or body and not from an oppressive spirit. Often in those times I know there is someone who needs my prayer or my Mom asks me if I am supposed to be praying for something.
I am not exactly sure what the necessity of intercession is but I do know prayer is vital to our relationship with Christ. I also think it gives God a chance to shine in His glory. Kids do not need us to approve of what they can and cannot do but how often do kids come pull on our sleeves and ask us to see what they can do. Then they get upset when “we are not really looking”.
I do not think God is like that, but I do think He likes to showcase his power and show us what He can do.
Sometimes I wonder too if it is God’s way of giving me something to do. I often pray for Him to use me, and how else than to be a vessel of prayer on behalf of His children. We talked about my little miracle baby born to another that I felt in my tummy a little bit. Standing in proxy as an intercessor for someone so important in my life is a move of God I will never forget.
Interceding does not to be bestowed upon someone. Pray for God to use you and attune yourself to the Spirit. We need more people who are desperately praying in this world because it moves mountains. Next time you feel unexplainably emotional or feel an impending sense of dread, ask God what or who you are supposed to be praying for. Tell Him He has your prayers.
You’ve got this.
Thank you Father that we can come to you in prayer. Despite being the One who hung the stars in space and the Weaver of our souls, you choose to pursue every single one of us in a personal relationship. You listen to every prayer and you move at our request because you love us. Thank you, thank you for being so incredible and for showing the incredible strength of your character.
Father, I pray you would continue to use me. Teach me to pray in the Spirit, the kind of prayers that stir up the sea or put it to rest. Help me to change this world because I know that is what prayer does. It changes hearts. Whatever comes, whatever you wish me to pray for, may you reveal it to me so I can put my Spirit into the fight.
In Jesus’ Name,
Amen
I have to go because my Mom is coming back to take the computer, but I am not sure what else I could say on this topic anyway. Enjoy this shorter blog post and have a great rest of your week!
God bless!
~ Ashley
P.S. I feel like this was discombobulated and did nothing to add to anything but maybe it did. So until next time *insert picture of bowing with flourish and a feathered cap*. Welterusten.
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