I feel like being silly this evening and sharing this.

In The Warroom, toward the end of the movie, the main character is showing Ms. Clara’s house to an older couple. The husband looks at the closet then walks in. He walks out, looks at the closet, and walks back in. The main character asks him what he’s doing. He looks at her and says, “Somebody’s been praying in here.” Astounded, she replies, “Yes, that was her prayer closet. How did you know?” He says, “It’s almost like it’s baked in.”

I’ve always loved that scene.

In 2012, as I’ve shared before, when my husband left our marriage, I was recently unemployed because I was planning on starting a family. I had no job, no children, nothing to do but sit and pray to God. That sounds so pious, but it wasn’t. I was a desperate woman, and God had placed me in a position to just depend on Him. Well, the chair I tended to sit in to have these long talks with God where I would journal and cry and rage was a solid green chair with a built in ottoman. This was my Craigslist find and it was a seriously stout chair. There’s nothing special about the chair other than I like the color and it’s comfortable for my short frame. Before my husband left me, we always called it the “Green Chair” for obvious reasons. However, after he came back home it was forever called the “Prayer Chair.” I explained to JW that chair was my Warroom for him and our marriage.

Fast forward in time to us having to move into the tiny camp. There was no room for the Prayer Chair or most of our stuff for that matter, so off to storage it went. Earlier this year, after adding on to the camp to build our house, we began pulling stuff out of storage. Sadly, a lot of furniture and clothes were ruined by mold and rats. Amazingly the Prayer Chair was one of the very few items not covered in mold or rat mess. The only evidence of anything was just some kernels of corn the rats had squirreled away in the seat cushion!

I was so amazed by that; I thought of Ms. Clara’s prayer closet and the power of her prayers had been baked in. Since that day I say the same about my chair. My prayers were so baked into that chair no mold or rat could mess with it! 😁 I’m so proud to finally have my prayer chair back again. I’m sitting in it now writing this.

I know this is just a silly little story to so many and people would call me crazy, but I believe prayer has power. I believe my prayers went to the very throne of God and He touched my husband’s heart to lead him back home to me and that silly chair. I believe our prayers change things, but most importantly, I believe prayer changes the person praying them! So let me indulge and share my little baked in prayer chair story. Maybe it’ll find listening ears of someone just as crazy as me! 😉