Every morning on the way to school, we pray. Typically my oldest daughter prays first, my youngest follows her, and I close the prayer. Several weeks ago, my youngest daughter began to start her prayer with one sentence that has changed my approach to many things: “Heavenly, Father, I echo the prayer of Stasia and I echo the prayer that Mama is about to pray.”
I have heard many people, myself included, echo the prayer of someone who has already prayed. However, she is the first person I have ever heard agree to a prayer that hasn’t yet been prayed. How utterly beautiful it is that she trusts me and the Spirit in me so much that she agrees with my supplications before she ever hears them! It is a demonstration of blind faith like I have never seen. And it is my example.
When I know someone’s heart and the heart of my Father, I can trust. I can have blind faith, knowing that whatever they request in prayer will ultimately be in alignment with the will of my Abba because He is only ever good.
So what, then, is it that gets in the way of this for me that is not even a consideration for my daughter? The answer is: I have twenty-nine more years of allowing the enemy to throw shame at me, to alter my thinking, and to cultivate reactions that are the exact opposite of the ways of God than she does.
At the tender age of seven, my daughter certainly experiences attacks from the enemy, but she still has a strong grasp on her God-given identity. Whereas at the age of thirty-six, I work tirelessly to walk firmly in my God-given identity after all of those years of allowing the enemy’s arrows to pierce it. I work to undo what the enemy has worked on for over three decades, and ironically, that work consists of walking forth into each moment with blind faith.