“I am not moved by what I see. I am not moved by what I feel. I am moved only by what I believe.” – Smith Wigglesworth
Last time, I promised to tell the story of my first time of knowing that I had “prayed through.” I didn’t understand what had happened at all, so God had to explain it (more than once) to me. I can be pretty obtuse about these things sometimes, so if you think you have trouble getting it, don’t feel bad!
I had said to the Lord, “I don’t know what this ‘praying through’ business is. I’ve never experienced it that I know of. I don’t have a clue as to when it’s done until I see the answer with my own two eyes. Can You teach me about praying through?” And then I forgot all about that prayer.
Some weeks later, a serious problem came to my attention, and it really rocked my world. So, I tearfully brought it to the Lord. He assured me that everything would be all right, and that together, through prayer, we would win. He then showed me in a vision the tallest, steepest, most barren mountain I had ever seen. He took my hand, and we started walking toward that mountain.
“Noooo, Jesus! Do we have to go up there? All that way?”
Yep, we did. I began a journey in prayer that lasted about eight weeks, often with eight to ten hours a day invested. I didn’t pray that long everyday because I was some kind of super-spiritual person; I did it because I was scared, and there was no choice but to get a victory answer.
I had asked the Lord to give me progress reports along the way, so after a few days, the vision returned, and this time, Jesus and I were about 1/3 of the way up that bleak mountain. Time went on, and the vision flashed before me again: 1/2 way up. And so it went — 2/3 of the way … 3/4 … then nearing the peak. And all the while, nothing in the outward circumstances was looking any better at all.
Then one day, that vision flashed before me again. Jesus and I were standing on a flat rock at the very top of that mountain. It just about surprised me right out of my boots. I knew what being at the top meant: the prayer mission was fully accomplished. But because I couldn’t see a change in natural events, I thought maybe I had made up that part of the vision somehow!
So, I just kept praying away. There was no sense of having “prayed through” — because of my own unbelief. I wonder now if the Lord rolled His eyes and thought, “Boy, this is a tough noggin to penetrate!” He tried again a couple of days later with a repeat vision of Jesus and me on the mountaintop.
“But God! There is no change!”
He responded by assuring me that it was done — really. I argued, and He patiently told me again to just move on, to go back to my normal prayer life, and that I was free to pray about other things now. I think He had to do that several times, but I finally listened.
I didn’t see the answer to those prayers with my eyes for another two months after that. And even then, it only began to manifest gradually. The two months in between were my season of faith — and I didn’t do too well in it. But I’ve learned through the experience to believe God when He tells me it’s over.
And I’m still gradually learning to wait out those seasons of faith.