How to Pray When You’re Hanging By a Thread

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Welcome to the Overflow!  Whether you’re an old friend or a new one, I’m glad you’re here. This is a place where faith is spilled and souls are filled. I hope you’ll pull up a chair and stay awhile.

I’m over at Proverbs 31 today telling about a time I found myself dangling above a swirling sea and talking about how prayer is a bit like rock climbing. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, you can find it here. But before you go, I’d love to tell you how I’m learning to pray even when I don’t know what to say…

I should never have done the math.

I’m a word gal, after all, not a numbers guru.

And, really, what good does it do a desperate mama to calculate the number of days she’s foregone a full night’s sleep?

Blame it on a mind numbed by years of inconsolable infants or on the sheer monotony of wiping faces and bottoms and floors, but on that gray winter’s day long ago, I tried to tally my exhaustion.

2,920 days. That’s how long it had been since I’d slept through the night.

Four kids and forever  buried in diapers and wails, midnight feedings and midday meltdowns, I hadn’t clocked a full night’s sleep since we’d brought home our first wrinkled bundle of wrinkles and wiggles.

Never mind that the experts claimed babies should be sleeping through the night by six months old; mine preferred to embrace the moonlight hours with eyes open wide.

Never mind that my friends told tales of quiet nights and contented cuddles; my wee ones came wrapped in colic and wired with wails.

Never mind that everyone knows that sunrise signifies a fresh start, my toddlers woke in the dark of night and begged to start their day beneath the starlight.

We’d read parenting books and consulted experts. We’d monitored eating habits and routines, schedules and stimulus. We’d established consistent nighttime norms and expectant bedtime prayers, yet nothing seemed to change the fact that our children resisted sleep like a cat runs from the swimming hole.

“They’ll sleep when they’re teenagers,” a well-meaning mom once told me with a wink.

But in the fog of exhaustion and exasperation, I’d stopped wondering if my offspring would ever sleep through the night, and I’d begun to wonder if I’d be alive to celebrate the momentous day.

“Can a woman die of sleep deprivation?” I asked my dear husband after I’d catalogued my fatigue with a senseless sum.

My husband was a doctor beyond the walls of our home, but once he walked through the door, he was just”daddy” beneath our roof. But for a rare moment, I needed my man to don his physician hat and assure me I wasn’t losing my mind. Or my life.

So, I cornered him in the coat room and voiced what any woman who had just calculated eight years of sleep deprivation might be compelled to ask.

He  scanned my face to see if I was joking.

“What?” he replied, his green eyes clouding with confusion.

The wails of our fourth-born who was tucked safely in his bassinet in the room next door wafted through my words. “Can I die from lack of sleep?” I asked again, my voice laced with a mix of impatience and despair.

My husband looked for a moment like he might laugh, but then he noticed the hot hopeless tears seeping from my eyes. So, in the calmest doctor voice he could muster, he assured me that I was going to survive, and he’d be right by my side the whole tiresome way.

But, deep down, my angst wasn’t stemming from sleepless nights; it was spilling from an empty soul.

It wasn’t just my body that was exhausted; my heart was depleted, too.

I’d been hanging by a thread for so long that I couldn’t even pray.

I knew God was with me, and I believed He was for me; but I wasn’t sure I could even find the words to tell Him what I needed. Ok, let’s be real–I didn’t even know what to do with my wailing wee one; let alone with my own aching soul.

“God, I know you’re here,”  I whispered into the dark later that night as I sat in the rocking chair with my fussy fourth born on one knee and my Bible on the other. “But I can’t even find the words to talk to you.”

Careful not to jostle the baby on my lap, I opened my Bible to Hebrews 4:12.

I peered at the page through bloodshot eyes and read– For the word of God is living and active and full of power [making it operative, energizing, and effective]…” (Amplified Bible)

I felt dead, but the Words in my hand were alive and active.

I felt weak and weary, but the Words in my hand were full of power.

I felt like I could barely function, but the Words in my hand were operative and energizing.

I felt like I was missing the mark day after day, yet the Words in my hand were effective.

As I let the truth of Hebrews 4:12 sink into my soul, I knew what to do—

When I couldn’t find the words, I could turn to the Living Word.

When I was too tired to talk to God; I could let His promises speak to me.

So, 2,920 days after my last full night of sleep, I began a new moonlight ritual.

I didn’t have the strength to reach out to God, but I could let His Word reach into the depths of my haggard heart.

So, when the house grew quiet and the baby whimpered loud, I sat in that rocking chair with my sleepless one, and I spoke the word of God aloud.

Slowly. Surely.

One gulp of grace at at time.

Because You, Lord are my Shepherd, I have everything I need! (Psalm 23:1)

God, I have faith in You… I know you will shelter me in your arms (Psalm 62:8)

You give strength to the weary, God, and increase the power of the weak. (Isaiah 40:29)

Night after night, I listened to God’s word slipping from my own weary lips, and one moonlight hour at a time, a hushed hope began to rise.

I still felt stretched ,but I was no longer sinking.

I still felt tired, but I knew I wouldn’t topple.

It’s crazy but true– in the most sleepless season of my life, I learned to rest in the promises of God.

And one night as I sat in that rocking chair and whispered words of  truth above my baby’s bellows, I realized this–

I was no longer just holding on to God’s promises,

God’s promises were holding me.

And they will hold you, too, dear friends, if you take hold of God’s word even when you’re hanging by a thread.

Especially when you’re hanging by a thread.

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And finally, if you have a minute, could you tell us–What promise have you been holding on to lately? Share it in the comments and we’ll join you in praying that truth today.

Alicia

13 Comments

  1. Susan Elizabeth says:

    Good morning Alicia, Thank you for sharing a glimpse of the struggle and challenges that is a part of motherhood. And how being in relationship with Jesus, clinging to Jesus and His Word, is all we need. I thought I was prepared to be a mama, I had been a nanny and I took care of my older nephews while my sister was on 3 months of bed rest. I even got to be in the delivery room for my youngest nephew’s birth. Yet, when God chose me to be my son’s mama, He shook me up! I had asked Jesus into my heart almost 2 decades before that, yet I still didn’t know Him and I sure didn’t understand His Love for me, until our son was a preschooler and our baby girl was 16 months old and I was at the end of myself, begging for the answer to get what I was after. I got so much more than what I was after; I received instant Peace, Joy, can do spirit and confidence knowing God Loves me as I am, He is for me, He is with me and so much more when His Holy Spirit whispered, “you’re asking for the wrong thing. Ask for acceptance. I have a plan for the 4 of you. You’re not going to like it, but it is amazing.”
    God is good, all the time.
    Happy Friday,
    Susan Elizabeth

    1. Alicia Bruxvoort says:

      Oh, Susan, THANK YOU for sharing your story. I totally understand the “I thought I was prepared to be a mama” thing.. and the way our kids push us to new depths with the Lord. I’m rejoicing with you the when you reached the end of yourself, you found the beginning of freedom in Christ! God IS good.

  2. Please pray with us for my Husband who had a bone marrow transplant on 1St June and has been in hospital for almost 4 months .. he has had complications and then contracted tb as well…. on Thursday he will have a bone marrow biopsy to determine how the new bone marrow is doing… we have been trusting n still holding on to God’s promises for his total healing! ..Amen…
    Thank you

  3. I always cling to Jeremiah 29:11 (above), Philippians 4:13 (above), & Romans 8:28 “And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.”

    1. Alicia Bruxvoort says:

      Courtney— you’ve listed my favorites:) Just spoke them aloud over you. Thanks for reminding us of these beautiful promises.

  4. Sandy Smith says:

    Psalm 51:12 &13: (12)Restore unto me the joy of Thy salvation; and uphold me with Thy free spirit. 13)Then will I teach transgressors Thy way; and sinners will be converted unto Thee.
    This verse has moved from my head and has seated itself in my heart. My children and grandchildren do not serve the Lord. My son and his family dabble in the occult even to purchasing occult toys for their young children. They have a new baby on the way and had planned to name her after “Annabelle the Creation.” I praise God hearts were changed. I hold on to this verse, knowing I must stay focused on following Jesus. This is where my joy and Spirit filled life comes from. I can’t change hearts but I am learning the Spirit living inside me can. This verse has brought me much comfort.

    1. Alicia Bruxvoort says:

      Sandy, your wisdom blessed me today— “I can’t change hearts but I am learning the Spirit living inside me can.” I need this truth as a mom, an aunt, a friend, too. I am joining you in speaking this promise over your children and grand children.. trusting God loves them SO MUCH MORE than we can imagine. And declaring that He is fully capable of turning their darkness into light (Psalm 18:28). May He continue to be your joy! And may your children see clearly that “The joy of the Lord is your strength.” (Nehemiah 8:10). Thanks for inviting us to pray with you!

  5. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13. I lost my sister a year ago, for whom I was the caregiver, and now I’m facing the possible death of my daughter, for whom I’m also the caregiver. I’m very tired and weary.

    1. Alicia Bruxvoort says:

      Oh, Kim, I can’t imagine how weary you are. I am SO SORRY for the loss of your sister. I am speaking Phil 4:13 with you and over you right now, and praying that the God who is strongest in our weakness will give you strength moment by moment. I am praying for your daughter, too, for God’s very best to prevail in her life, for His tender mercy to hold you both. Psalm 119:28 is the cry of my heart for you this morning– “Dear God, Kim’s soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen her according to your word.”

  6. For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. Matthew 18:20. A young family member has been in the hospital for several weeks now with complications of strep. We’re praying for complete healing of his little body and strength and comfort for his parents who have been at his bedside the whole time.

    1. Alicia Bruxvoort says:

      Tiffany, I’m joining you in praying for this young one, too- and for all who are growing weary as they linger at his side and continue to entrust Him into God’s hands. I love the picture of Jesus sitting right beside that hospital bed, too… right in the middle of those two or three who are gathered in faith.. just holding this little boy’s parents as they hold him. I will continue to join you in praying for complete healing and for daily strength for all. May this little one have a story to tell for God’s glory!

  7. Michele Bonifanti says:

    Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you, not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”. I have been dealing with anxiety this past year and I am clinging to His promises.

    1. Alicia Bruxvoort says:

      Michelle, I find myself clinging to this verse a lot, too… praying it over my children, over wayward young adults that I love, and over circumstances in my own life that look far from hopeful. Right now, I’m praying it over you:) Thanks for sharing!

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