Many years ago, I was walking with my friend, Vicky.

Vicky was one of the biggest prayer warriors I had ever known. Every time we walked, we would pray the whole entire time!

This was all kind of new to me at this point in my life.

I was fascinated that this woman seemed to pray every moment of every day!

The very first scripture that I memorized over a decade ago was Nehemiah 8:10…

The Joy of the Lord is my strength.

It was simple and easy to remember, hence I embraced it.

I wrote it on a note card and taped it to my bathroom mirror. Reciting it often, over and over.

Years later, the scripture still brings power and truth when I find myself reciting it.

My daughter’s 3rd grade teacher sent me a text one day as they were outside at recess.

“Did you know that Presley can recite Psalm 91….like, the whole entire passage? She just recited it for me right here on the playground!”

Of course, I was elated that my daughter remembered those words…the words I had prayed over her night after night.

However, I had not taught her those words because I was a super godly Christian momma. No.

I taught her those words because I was a desperate, anxious, fearful, and falling apart mother.