I remember it like it was yesterday even though 1990 was over 30 years ago. A group of young InterVarsity students hopped off the plane in Illinois with our suitcases ready for the Christmas break tradition of Urbana. We wheeled our suitcases through 3 inches of snow to our dorm rooms and prepared for the opening session. The next day I signed up for a session about prayer and it sparked in me a passion for prayer that has followed me through many different seasons of life. I made a commitment to pray through my notecard list of people in my life, to pray for the world, the government, missions, and more. A small group of us met daily during college to lift up our friends, family and missionaries we knew.
Jump forward a few years and I found myself boarding a plane that was headed a lot farther away than Illinois. On my first missionary journey to Ukraine, I met many men and women of prayer who influenced my daily prayer life. One lovely lady who had been a missionary for most of her life shared a book with me from Concerned Women for America that had daily prayers in it from Scripture. It led me through a prayer time with worship, confession, intercession and thanksgiving as I prayed through the Word. This practice followed me for many years and that little book is falling apart now but it still brings inspiration to my prayer life when I need it.When I entered into my days as a stay-at-home mom, I missed the quiet moments I had as a single adult and struggled to find a way to keep prayer as a priority. I read a book during this time about contemplative prayer which catapulted me into a deeper relationship with Jesus in a quest to fill the longing I had for connection with Him.
And through the years, I prayed over my marriage with the power of a praying wife and over my children with the power of a praying parent. I prayed through the psalms and I prayed with 31 days of praise. I prayed with others in children's ministries and with women in Bible studies and retreats. I began a practice of gratitude in prayers by counting my 1000 gifts, continuously turning my eyes to the Giver.
In my career as an educator, I prayed over my students, carrying home their hurts, mistakes and worries. I prayed for those who needed to know love, for those who had addictions, those who were terribly lost and didn't even realize it. I met each year with students at the flagpole to pray and encouraged them to make prayer a part of their daily lives.
In 2015, after much personal prayer, I accepted a position as a middle/high school principal and in those first years of administration I was overwhelmed by the needs of 40 staff and over 300 students. I became the person who knew and carried around the hurts, anxieties, trauma, losses, and dysfunction of all those children and adults. The only way I knew to deal with all of that heavy burden was to lay it at Jesus' feet. I came morning after morning and petitioned God to care for each of these precious people with greater compassion and mercy than even I could imagine.
So, that's how I became a praying principal.
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