The Prayer You've Stopped Praying

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What have you stopped praying for? Even if you don't even remember what it is anymore, know this: God still remembers.

Can you even remember when you stopped praying for it? 

That thing you hoped for once upon a time but, as time moved on, faded from that hopeful place? 
 
I don't know about you, but I can't. 
 
I can't remember when I stopped praying for Zoe to talk. 
 
Friends would ask if she said any words, and I would answer yes, because she did. Technically. But, of her four or five words, we were lucky if we heard one a week. So while it was honest to tell the words she had purposefully spoken, I left friends thinking that our girl was talking, because - to be blunt - some days I tire of answering questions about all the things she can't do. 
 
I might not remember when I stopped praying for her to speak, but I clearly recall when He said "yes!" to my forgotten prayer. 
 
It was when she said, "Yes!" 
 
Back in December, we were driving home from the gym, and I asked Zoe if she wanted a cracker. Then I looked over my right shoulder to read her face, because that's how I used to know her answer. 
 
She might not have always had words, but she has never hesitated to let us all know how she feels. About anything.  
 
As I turned to look for the facial response, I was startled by a squeaky two year old's voice. 
 
Her voice. 
 
Her "Yes!" 
 
She had said a handful of words before, but they were rare and always on her own terms. Answering a question? She hadn't ever done that, not in her 26 months of life. 
 
But this time, clear as it could be, she answered, "Yes!" 
 
As I gave her the cracker (and would have gladly given her a dozen or more), the road before me turned all watery. I don't cry much, but the goodness of God just overcame me. When she saidYes!, my Lord was saying yes too, to the desire that had faded from my prayers and my memory. 
 
Meanwhile, she enjoyed her cracker, oblivious to the work God had done in and through her. 
 
I was reminded of this tonight, when I heard that precious Asian darling crying after bedtime. After I got her out of the crib and checked her dry diaper, I said, "Sweet girl, what do you want?" 
 
"Muh," she said, pointing to the hall. 
 
It wasn't until after she drank her milk and was settled back into her crib that it hit me again: my girl has words. 
 
yes, no, go away, milk, dog, kitty cat, cat, more, mama, dada, uh-oh, please, want, bubbles, ball, that, thank you, hi, waffle, and the list keeps growing, along with her babbles and incoherent strings of sounds that might be words we're not yet identifying... 
 
{In case you're wondering, a "kitty cat" is a real live cat, while a "cat" is a picture or stuffed animal. Obvs.} 
 
Friend, I don't know what it is that you've stopped praying for. Maybe you don't even know what it is anymore. But I want you to know this: 
 
He still remembers. 
 
He is just as trustworthy today as He was back when you were willing to trust Him with it. 
 
And He is able to bring about the yes - or the no or the not yet or whatever other answer He wills - even if you're not able to hold on to the hope of an answer. 
 
Oh, this girl. 

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