Good Ole Pentecostal Prayin'

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I wanted to share with you all a powerful faith-changing moment  that happened to me the other night. My second born daughter, Jordyn, has had a rough couple of weeks. She had tubes placed in her ears as well as  had her tonsils removed. Recovery has been a rocky ride to say the least. This past weekend she finally seemed to be herself again. Her smile was radiant, she had a bounce in her step, & laughter spilling from her lips. John & I thought we had our little girl back, & truly we did...until late Sunday night. She went to bed & fell asleep peacefully but around 11:00 pm woke up in a hysterical panic. She kept telling me "Mama, head hurt!" We gave her medicine & did our best to comfort her but all to no avail.

To see your child in pain & to be able to do nothing about it is heart wrenching. Jordyn hurt so badly that she began pulling at her hair, it seemed that she hurt if I even touched her, but all she wanted to was to be held.  All along I had been praying, but as it neared 2 am with no sign of the pain easing, I seriously began to worry. As I sat there trying to hold my little girl while touching her as little as possible, a thought came to mind. I truly in that moment felt as though what my daughter was enduring was demonic in nature. I decided that my little prayers for relief weren't enough, & I returned to my Pentecostal roots. My Grammie was a true prayer warrior & held great stock in Spiritual Warfare and with that in mind I laid my hands upon my daughter's head & called down the thunder on Satan. I prayed that whatever stronghold he had upon her to be cast out in the name of Jesus. I rebuked the demonic effort to rob her of the peace of rest & of the carefree joys of her childhood. I petitioned the Lord for the Holy Spirit to guard her doorway & for angels to hover over her. It was truly good ole Pentecostal praying...powerful, authoritative praying. Friends, this is where God's grace shines through. Peace came upon Jordyn the second I began praying in that manner. By the time I finished praying, you could literally feel the relief radiating through her body. My child who had been in excruciating pain, a hysterical sobbing mess just stopped as I prayed. Five minutes after I ended my petition Jordyn said "Ni-Night, Mama", climbed out of my arms, laid down, & went to sleep.

I have experienced answered prayers countless times in my life, but none so powerful, instantaneous, & completely moving as this. I ran to the throne room of my Father, He heard my cries, & He extended unspeakable grace. It was moving, it was eye opening, & it forever changed my understanding of prayer....