Prayer's Precious Power

This post originally ran as a guest blog on I am Fruitful.

We navigated it largely in silence, like a dark shameful secret we were trying to hide in a closet hoping no one would open the door. We fielded the innocent questions of the well-intentioned who wondered why our home was void of little feet at the exact same time that we were enduring endless appointments, tests, hormone injections and procedures.


“It’s so personal,” we rationalized. After all, it’s not like infertility and the gory details of fertility treatments are common dinner party conversations.

It was in the pain of miscarriage that I realized we had needed the support and prayers of our family and friends all along. We were exhausted, then came the grief and in the midst of it, we also had to come clean to family and friends about the secret we’d been keeping. It was almost unbearable. In that time, I realized we had robbed ourselves of the sweet gift of others’ prayers and we had taken away our loved ones’ opportunities to pray over us.

In the days and weeks following our loss, we slowly started sharing our story – first with family and close friends and eventually publicly on my blog. We had no idea what to expect from sharing our story. What we got was support and prayers from hundreds of fellow believers.

Those prayers changed everything.

When our loved ones hit their praying knees and stormed the gates of Heaven on our behalf, a sense of peace and hope came over our home and hearts in a way that can only be explained as coming from Jesus Christ himself. In the moments when I struggled to know how to pray, our friends and family made sure our story was continuously whispered in God’s ear. What a gift!

Do you remember the story of Jesus healing the paralytic after the man’s friends lowered him through a roof to get him to Jesus? If not, check out Luke 5:17-25. In this particular Gospel story, a paralyzed man was completely healed because of the faith of his friends. The man literally stood up and walked home because his friends knew that if they could get him to Jesus, he would be healed.

How’s that for power in our loved ones approaching the throne on our behalf?!

As healing has taken hold in my own life, our prayer warriors have now shifted their prayers to our future. They’re joining us in asking Jesus to grant us direction in the decisions we have to make and peace in His will. They’re believing with us for the miracle child we so long for. There is so much joy and hope in knowing others are petitioning God for the desires of your heart.

Friend, maybe you’re the me of a few months ago – the one hiding and hoping no one sees your burden. Oh how I remember that weight. I hope that today you’ll realize that you have nothing to hide. You don’t have to carry this alone. I hope that, even if you’re not in a place to go public with your pain, you will think of at least a few people you can allow to go to Jesus on your behalf.


The prayers of fellow believers have changed everything for me, and they have the power to do the same for you.

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