The sacred echo had been whispering in my ear for months as God beckoned me to venture deeper. With each new step came the gnawing ache of fellowship and yet every Sunday I complacently sat in my small Baptist church pew. You know, the one all the way in the back where you feel like you can be small and go unnoticed. But I hadn’t gone unnoticed, at least not by God. My husband and I had been going through the motions for seven years. Going to church on most Sundays with a slightly spotty attendance, reading the Bible at home when we had time, praying together, all the usual stuff. And yet, we still hadn’t given a solid commitment to Christ; He knew it, and we both knew it. It was time for a change.
I knew I was ready but my husband still wasn’t so sure, so I did the only thing a good wife can do, wait patiently and pray. Then one day a friend of mine who knew about our situation asked me if I’d ever prayed the Ephesians prayer? I had to be honest; I’d never heard of it. Little did I know that such a simple prayer could make such a huge difference. Every night I would pray this prayer for my husband, but it would take a good month before any fruit was produced. First, my husband came home and said he wanted to volunteer for our local Christian radio station. After our very first assignment at a local festival, I knew we had both caught what I like to call the “Jesus Bug.” I was so excited for him. It didn’t even matter that it was pouring down rain we were so pumped about sharing the message of God’s love with all those people we hardly even noticed.
The following Sunday our pastor announced that our church was taking a trip to Kentucky to visit the Ark Encounter and Creation Museum. Once again, to my amazement, my husband turned to me and asked me if I wanted to go. He bugged me to death every day that next week to remind me not to forget to call and sign us up, so I did, and we went, and had the time of our lives!
I continued to pray the Ephesians prayer every night. After all, now that this ball was rolling there was no way I was stopping now. With each passing day, I have watched as my husband changes before me, becoming the man of God that I had so hoped for in my heart. Now, six months later I’ve become a Sunday School Teacher and my husband volunteers monthly to clean our church’s kitchen. All in all, we’re proof positive that through the love and power of Jesus, mountains can be moved! And that is why wives should pray for their husbands.
For this reason, I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, that he may grant (name), according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in their heart by faith; that (name), being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all saints what is the width and lengthy and depth and height—to know the love of Christ, which passes knowledge, that (name) may be filled with all the fullness of God.
Now unto Him who is able to do exceeding abundantly above all I ask or think, according to the power that works in me, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever.