I remember the first time someone said to me, “I prayed for you this morning.” Those words carried a weight I couldn’t quite explain. Prayer has always been something sacred to me, but I’ve been on a journey of truly understanding how and when to pray — for myself and for others .

There was a time I questioned whether God could use someone like me—someone still healing, still learning, still figuring out how to be consistent in prayer, still navigating emotions that didn’t always feel holy. I thought weakness disqualified me. I thought vulnerability made me less valuable. I thought influence required perfection. But then I remembered the moment my foster mom shared her testimony with me—a story filled with trauma, truth, and triumph. She didn’t come