A Battle Won in Surrender ::: Meet Chrystan

A few years ago my radical friend Whitney said, let’s pray. I said, “Yes, let’s! That sounds like a good Baptist girl thing to do.” Then she said, “Let’s meet on Monday mornings at 6:30am” and I said, “Say what!?!”


Girls, I don’t do mornings well. Mornings are not my friend. Especially now with 3 kids, mornings and I, we battle. With a little bit of prompting and coffee promised, we did it. We met together, like the radical Baptist gals we are, and we began a journey of what has been well over 100 Monday mornings devoted to being in God’s presence before the presence of anything else. We fumbled around awkwardly in the beginning, unsure of what to share and unsure of how to pray. Then as life got real, we prayed boldly to a God who was getting bigger and much closer.


yet much closer


This prayer group, these women, have become my fellow soldiers in battle. We have faced lost jobs, lost loved ones, homosexuality in family members, fears, death, sick babies, the death and births of God-sized dreams, promotions, demotions, we’ve prayed God would ignite our church for His work, we’ve prayed for our pastoral team, we’ve prayed for strangers, praised God for abundant provision and begged God to provide more. More of himself, more of Jesus, less of us. It has been a battle of epic proportions won only in the surrender. When God called our church to rise up and be the hands and feet of Jesus to a family in need. To take in their kids, to radically love them despite all the scary things, GIRLS WE PRAYED HARD! Our prayer group has learned to listen, to hear the Holy Spirit in our pleadings, to pull out words like wisdom, restoration, boundaries, worry and adjustments and boldly pray for the Lord to move.


Lord to move


In this time of committed prayer, my walk with the Lord has become too sweet. An aroma like I cannot begin to describe. We are dancing together; He is leading me in the most beautiful ballet ever written. Not because praying has fixed all the things, it has not taken all the hard things away or pulled out all the scary parts. It has stretched me; it has called me deeper. God speaks clearly in my life now, which means I can hear Him when he says go. Or I listen for Him to whisper, “Wait, sweet girl, just wait my timing is perfect…wait”. When we pray it is a sweet aroma to the creator and King of the universe. How amazing is that! The God that created the land, the ocean, the animals all the things; He wants to hear from you. He hears your voice and it is beautiful to Him.


Romans 5:8 says: “And when he took the scroll, the four living beings and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp, and they held gold bowls filled with incense, which are the prayers of God’s people.”


which are the prayers


Psalm 141:2 says “Let my prayer be counted as incense before you, and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice!” Girls, your prayers are a sweet aroma, send them to your Father, the King.


Commit to gathering in prayer with others. It will change your life, I guarantee it. I am forever changed by prayer. Being prayed for and praying for others has been means for survival in this dry land for me; I know it will be for you! Join us to learn more about this journey through prayer on Whitney’s blog OR live and in person at www.imperfectlybraveweekend.com. Let’s change our families, churches, communities, cities, nation and world over for God by bowing to him in prayer.


Your Sister In Prayer

Daughter to the King

Fellow Soldier,


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *