I knew I would see the movie “War Room” more than once. I love every movie the Kendrick Brothers have made, and our family has seen each several times on DVD. What I didn’t know was that I would be moved to see it twice—in the theater, within a week’s time.
That movie moved me, and not just in the moment. I was moved to make changes.
I’ve never had a set-aside place to pray. I pray in my morning quiet time at the kitchen table, in the shower, in my minivan, and anywhere else I find myself. But none of these are dedicated prayer spots. At any moment I might be interrupted.
After watching the movie, I was motivated to set up a dedicated space—a war room—so I could steal away and have uninterrupted prayer time. But what space could I use? We’re pressed for closet space, and what closet space we have is crammed, so that wouldn’t work. In fact, nothing I came up with would work in my mind.
On the way home from church, I asked my daughter if she had any ideas. She said, “How about the bathroom in the basement?”
My reply was quick. “Uh….no.”
Actually, it had crossed my mind too, one of the ideas I’d quickly dismissed. Our basement—notice we don’t say “lower level,” as if there’s anything nice about it—is used for laundry and exercising. We rarely use the bathroom down there. I stopped upon noticing that crickets and spiders were fond of it. I don’t do crickets and spiders.
But that bathroom kept coming to mind. So I went down, peeked in, winced at the spider web with a dead cricket. . . . and saw possibilities. The fact that no one used it was a plus; I wouldn’t get interrupted. And there was natural light, which was nice. Maybe I could fit a chair in the corner . . .
I wanted Bill’s help, but he wasn’t home, and I was suddenly motivated. So I got the broom, some gloves, and a bucket of cleaning supplies, and went to work. Only God could have moved me to forego a Sunday nap and tackle basement bugs, but two hours later, I was done, and fully convinced this would be my war room.
Over the next few days, I added an unused chair, couple of throw rugs for the floor, and other items. I stood for a moment, marveling. The space had been transformed. It was perfect.
The following day I ventured down to the basement, armed with my Bible, pens, a notepad, and a journal I’m determined to put to use. I sat in my chair and released a sigh of gratitude. This was my space. My war room. This was the Lord moving in my heart to deepen my prayer life in a way I hadn’t imagined. This was expectancy and anticipation and believing. I will still pray at my kitchen table, in my prayer closet-shower, in my minivan, and wherever else I find myself. But there’s something about having this special place . . .
Have you seen the movie? Were you inspired to set up a war room of some kind?
Also on the subject of prayer is this week’s video—“5 Ways to be Immovable About Prayer.” I pray it blesses.