Never Underestimate the Power of a Praying Granny

I was surrounded.

Flowered frocks, thickened ankles, grey heads dipped in reverence.
One raised her hand, eyes tearing over, voice wavering.  “I really think we need to pray for the younger women these days.  I can’t believe the things they are allowing to be done to themselves. I’m not sure how we should do it, but we need to pray!”
Aged heads nodded around the room, wrinkled fingers clutching Bibles.

I was in the granny zone, the only woman under 50 (well under, I’ll have you know) in the room.  And I realized that for this prayer meeting, the Lord had called out the BIG GUNS.

Perhaps Paul was beginning to feel the aches and pains of age – maybe the Mediterranean air was making his joints throb when he said, “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day,” (2 Corinthians 4:16).

Outwardly logging high on the body odometer, but inwardly stronger, larger, more expansive in the spirit.  These ladies were smallish on the outside, but BIG on the inside.

Maybe it’s because after years of expending their own natural resources and getting tired, they have discovered the wisdom of reaching for the resources of heaven.  Maybe it’s the wisdom that comes with age and experience.  Maybe it’s the dogged determination, longsuffering and endurance that one attains when the music of life doesn’t resolve, but lingers in dissonance?

Do you have a praying granny in your life?  The fact you are presently walking with God is a likely indicator that you do, or did.  As we till the ground of our region in prayer, we are ever reminded of the ones who have gone before us, whose hidden tears have softened the soil of our hearts and our cities.

If you don’t, then go adopt one.  Our churches are full of them.  And often they feel forgotten, useless, overlooked, like they are past their “best before date” as it pertains to their contribution to the Kingdom.  Visit her. Take her a package of tea, and some shortbread, or maybe some hyacinths.

And ask her to pray for you.  Trust me – you’ll be glad you did.

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