Growing My Prayer Life…

I remember writing a blog a while ago about becoming a prayer warrior. Thinking back on it now, I can still feel the nerves from the very beginning of that journey.

The first time I prayed out loud in front of a group of people, I was so nervous. I wasn’t sure if my prayer would be “good enough.” I worried about saying the right things, and hitting all the points I thought I was supposed to cover. I’ve told my friend, Christina, so many times that it felt like my prayers were written in kindergarten print, while everyone else’s sounded like beautiful cursive.

It may sound funny, but that’s honestly the best way I could describe it.

But something started to shift the more I stepped out in obedience and prayed anyway. The more I prayed out loud, the more confident I became—not just in my words, but in my relationship with God.

What once felt intimidating slowly became natural.

Praying out loud didn’t just change my confidence—it transformed my spiritual life. It stirred something in me that made me want to pray all the time. And when I say all the time, I truly mean it. If someone tells me they need prayer, I don’t wait—I stop right there, even if it’s just for ten seconds, and lift them up.

Because prayer doesn’t have to be long or perfect—it just has to be real.

Recently, I’ve noticed something that has touched my heart deeply: my prayer life is overflowing into my family. I hear it in my children. I see it in my husband. And it brings me so much joy to know that when I ask them to pray, they do.

One of my absolute favorite parts of this journey is praying with my husband. There’s something so special about hearing his heart as he talks to God. It gives me a glimpse into what he’s carrying—what’s weighing on him, what’s encouraging him—and it helps me know how to pray for him even more intentionally during my quiet time.

There have even been moments when he prays about something I shared earlier, and it catches me off guard in the best way. It reminds me that he’s listening, that he cares, and that we are truly walking this faith journey together.

We pray over our friends and family, side by side, and I don’t take that for granted. I am so thankful to have a husband who is a prayer warrior.

And it doesn’t stop there—God has surrounded me with friends who are also prayer warriors. People I can call on at any moment to help carry my burdens and lay them at the feet of Jesus. These aren’t just new friendships, but lifelong ones—people God has placed in my life for seasons and for years.

When I stop and think about it, it’s incredible to realize that this entire prayer life started with one simple act of obedience: choosing to pray out loud, even when I was afraid.

I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

So if you ever need a prayer lifted up—I'm your girl.

God's Love and Mine,

Carrie