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  • Brandy Hopkins

The Power of a Praying Momma


It was a Sunday, late afternoon, about an hour before I had to leave for my bible study at church. I had been working on a devotion and getting supper fixed before I had to leave. My daughter, Shyla, had her twin cousins over for the weekend and they were outside on the trampoline. Before I knew it, I had a house full of teenagers. My son, Brian, had come home with his girlfriend and best friend, Blake. They were in and out of the house, just hanging out. I like it this way. I know that they are safe and what they are doing. At some point, Brian's friend, Blake, walks through the kitchen and mentions to me, nonchalantly, that they are going to head to Cannelton, the town next to us, and jump off a bridge. WHAT? Now I knew that I must have misunderstood him. There was no way this kid was telling me they were going to go jump off a bridge. "What did you say?", I asked him. He replied, "Ya, we're going to go jump off a bridge. It's very safe and everyone does it." Sometimes I think that kids really do think we parents are stupid and naïve. After staring at him for a few seconds in disbelief, I informed him that my children were NOT going to go jump off a bridge. Especially somewhere I don't even know and have no experience with whatsoever! He proceeded to tell me that it was safe and I had nothing to worry about.

I walked out back, where the rest of the crew was including my kids, and informed them that they were not going to go jump off a bridge. Instantly, I became the over protective mother that didn't let her kids do anything. But that was alright; I was very familiar with this territory. I was not, by any means, going to knowingly allow them to put their lives in jeopardy. After going back and forth in discussion, they realized that I wasn't backing out of my decision. I went back inside to finish up what I was doing and get ready to head to my bible study. After a bit, the kids came inside and informed me that they had decided to just go swimming at another friends house instead. As I always do, I asked who and where. I told them very sternly that they had best not go to that bridge. I knew better but I really could not accuse them of lying to me. Being a mother, my first instinct was to secretly follow them to wherever they were going but of course I couldn't do that; I had a bible study to lead. Help me Jesus!

I gathered my things and headed to my bible study, feeling very unsettled about what had just taken place. I began praying with everything in me. I just KNEW that my kids, along with several other kids, were headed to that bridge. I arrived at the church and continued to silently pray as I prepared for the other ladies to arrive. As soon as they arrived, I informed them of what was going on and asked them to pray with me. Being moms themselves, they were happy to pray with me.

After about fifteen minutes into our study, my phone rang and I noticed it was Brian. Given the situation, I took the call; my heart was pounding. He began to inform me that his car had broken down in Cannelton and they were stranded along side the road. Talk about relief; I don't think that I have ever been so happy about having a car break down. Thank you, Jesus!! After contacting my husband and arranging to have the car towed, we got the kids home safe and sound.

Several days later, I was finally able to convince Brian to admit that they were actually heading to the bridge that day. The funny thing is after fessing up, he admitted to being a bit nervous about jumping off that bridge. I told him to never underestimate the power of a praying momma.

We were in no hurry to get Brian's car fixed after that incident. As a matter of fact, as I write this today, that car still sits broken down in our driveway.

It's amazing, really, this thing called prayer. At times I think it can be loosely thrown out there without a thought even given the power that is actually held within it. I hear people say, quite often, that all they have left is prayer. What a sad thing to say when prayer should be the very first thing we resort to in any situation. Prayer is talking directly to God himself. The creator of all things. The One to whom we should take all of our cares to before even expressing them to anyone else. He is the One with the power. 1 Peter 5:7 tells us to "cast all your cares upon Him because He cares for you." God cares about every little detail of our lives. He sees our worries and feels our hurts. He longs for us to come to Him with every concern. Don't ever take lightly the power of prayer. God will answer, His will, in due time.