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Marshay Iwu is our Tuesday morning writer. She is a wife and mother of four beautiful children. She believes in answered prayers, messy miracles, and the God who shows up in the middle of it all.
Today’s Devotional Scripture: 7 But when ye pray, use not vain repetitions, as the heathen do: for they think that they shall be heard for their much speaking. 8 Be not ye therefore like unto them: for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask him. - Matthew 6:7–8 KJV
9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. - 2 Corinthians 12:9 KJV
The Message For Today (June 16, 2026):
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On May 30, I posted something small, or so I thought. Just a moment. I prayed over my one-year-old: “Lord, uproot this mucus, whatever’s causing this rattle, pull it up and out”… and thirty seconds later, he threw up all over me. Answered prayer. Just not the way I drew it up. He slept peacefully that night, no rattle, and I stood there covered in the evidence that God heard me.
I almost didn’t think twice about it. But that little note has over 525 likes, and it’s still climbing. And when I saw that, I knew I couldn’t just leave it as a sweet story. Because that many people don’t pause on a post unless something in it touched a nerve they’ve been carrying. So I needed to come back and sit with it a little longer.
Not to explain why God answered as I don’t know the mind of God, and I won’t pretend to. But I can tell you what was true on my end in that moment. What I brought to Him. Because it wasn’t the words. It wasn’t volume. It was that I had nothing left to offer.
My baby is one years old. I cannot tell him to cough up the mucus. I cannot reach into his chest and pull the mucus out with my own two hands. Every human option I had was already gone before I ever opened my mouth. There was no strategy left. No mother’s trick. No remedy I could manufacture. And it was right there, at the end of my own ability, that I finally said the only honest thing I had:
“Lord, there is nothing I can do about this for my baby. And that is not a good feeling as a mother. Help me, because ONLY YOU can.”
That’s the whole **unspoken** prayer. That’s it.
We have been taught, somewhere along the way, that powerful prayer is long prayer. Eloquent prayer. The kind with the right words stacked in the right order, the kind you’d be unashamed to pray out loud in a room full of saints. So we labor over our prayers like we’re building a case to present before a judge who needs convincing.
But our Father already told us the truth about that in Matthew 6: use not vain repetitions. They think they’ll be heard for their much speaking. He says your Father already knows what you need before you even ask. He was never waiting on your eloquence. He was waiting on your surrender.
Because here is what simple prayer actually is: simple means surrendered. A simple prayer is the prayer you pray when you’ve finally stopped strategizing and admitted you’re empty-handed. You’re not bringing God a plan for Him to approve. You’re not bringing Him your version of how the rescue should go. You’re bringing Him the impossible, and then you’re getting out of the way.
God can do so much more with your empty hands than He can with your full ones. This is the same God who told Paul, My strength is made perfect in weakness. Not in your competence. Not in your capacity. In the place where you run out. The mucus came up because I stopped trying to be the one to get it out. The breakthrough came the second I quit auditioning for a role only God could play.
Surrender is trust, not leverage.
We don’t surrender to get the outcome we drew up; we surrender because He is good, even when the answer isn’t the one we begged for. Some of the most surrendered women I know are carrying losses I cannot imagine. Their prayers were not weaker. Their God is not absent. His will is simply not always our relief. Yet, He’s still good, and His love endures forever.
The next time you find yourself with no words? Good. The next time you’re so overwhelmed that all you can choke out is “God, help me, because only You can”, that may be the most powerful place you have ever prayed from in your life.
You don’t need more words. You need less of you in the way.
Closing Devotional Prayer
My prayer for you:
Father, in the Name of Jesus, thank You. Thank You for this mighty woman of God reading these words right now, neck-deep in something that feels impossible. You already know the thing she’s been trying to fix with her own two hands. You know the strategy she’s been running, the plan she keeps drawing up, the weight she’s been carrying that was never hers to carry alone.
So right now, Lord, I thank You that she can lay it down. I thank You that she doesn’t have to have the right words. I thank You that her weakness is not a disqualification: it’s the very place Your strength is made perfect. Uproot whatever she’s been wrestling, O God.
Pull it up and out. And let her see, even if it comes looking like a mess, that You heard her. That you were never waiting on her eloquence. You were only ever waiting on her surrender, for Your Word says: “Submit yourselves therefore to God... Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up.” James 4:7, 10.
Lift her up, O God. Let her walk out of this season knowing there is nothing too hard for You. We thank You, Lord. We believe You. We cannot do it. Only You can. In Jesus’ mighty name. Amen.
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