During my pilgrimage as a would-be saint of the latter days, through all of the deep valleys and lofty peaks, I have been blessed to experience many types of prayer. There have been lots of prayers that didn’t leave my room, and a few that forever altered my eternity.
Even looking back through the hazy glass of memory, I’m not sure I understand why some prayers are so mighty – and most are not. I have at times tried to elbow my way into the heavens. I had been there before, and I wanted more to rejoice in – all without success. The times I have succeeded in reaching far beyond conventional prayer into the vastness of mighty prayer, there have always been a few truths in operation.
First, I was in a pattern of life wherein I was seeking, deeply searching. These times have occasionally been a result of spiritual hunger, a few times they were fueled by anguish and sorrow. Mostly they were driven by a sense that I yearned to be somewhere far closer to the veil.
Secondly, I was not at those times asking for something. I wasn’t needing, or begging, or pursuing relief from some mortal trial. I was seeking – anything – everything of God. I wasn’t looking for God to see me – I was seeking to see God.
Third, I had identified the voice of revelation in my walk of life, and had been as obedient to it as I was able. Mighty prayer, at least in my experience, has always begun by waiting, worshiping, listening, and then letting prayer overtake me. I was not able to do that until I understood revelation in lesser, daily things – then greater things followed. When I tried to raise my voice, I faltered. When I have occasionally obtained the voice of angels, then the heavens often parted.
Fourth, I spent a lot of time on my knees. More than anything else, this one factor seems penetrating. I was willing to pray for hours. At those times, it isn’t labor. It doesn’t require discipline, or pillows under the knees. It is delightful. I discovered that I loved it. I loved the flow of the Spirit. I loved feeling deeply welcome. I loved feeling the Lord’s delight in my small voice of worship and praise.
Fifth, when the heavens opened, and I found myself surrounded by love and peace, and I knew anything I requested I would receive – I found I had no desire to ask for any earthly thing. The light and truth and glory that flowed through me like a waterfall at the end of an unending river of light – was enough.