My Momma’s Daddy was a prayer warrior, and developed the habit of praying for his family, each one individually, including his children’s spouses, and their children, and their children’s children. He confessed to my Mom in his later years that he often fell asleep mid prayer, but would just resume when he woke up, and finish as much as he could before falling asleep again. I can totally understand as he had nine children, many who had large families themselves. He was an example of perseverance in prayer, even in his drowsiness.
My Momma received this legacy and built on it. She would list her children’s names, and their spouses, and our children’s names, and our children’s children, and even some of her grandchildren’s children…and she would pray through her list.
I find myself doing a combination of the two. I’ve been working on my prayer journal, and will be posting pics as I continue to get it up and running, but I wanted to get these thoughts down, as the Lord gave me a beautiful treasure from Old Testament Scripture. I suspect the prophet Jeremiah had similar habits, as he instructs:
“Arise, cry out in the night, at the beginning of the watches! Pour out your heart like water before thepresence of the Lord! Lift your hands to him for the lives of your children, who faint for hunger at the head of every street. Jeremiah 2:19