When My Heart Prays What My Lips Can Not

Recently, I attended my first prayer meeting at church.

I expected it to be meaningful. I didn’t expect it to undo me.

As the people around me began to pray, I listened quietly, grateful simply to be there. But when the woman beside me began praying for unsaved husbands, something inside me broke open. Before I could stop it, tears came. My throat tightened and I started to sob. By the time it was my turn to pray, I couldn’t speak a single word.