I was a newspaper reporter finishing up an interview with a local pastor, and before I could hang up, he began saying a prayer for me, unprompted. It felt a little weird, but I still closed my eyes and bowed my head as he asked that God guide and bless my work. I was touched by the sentiment. If this pastor would have told me, "I'll be praying for you and the article you're working on," it wouldn't have struck me as much as his prayer did in the moment—so much that I still remember it several years later.
When I prayed by myself, I often found myself questioning whether my prayers rose any higher than the ceiling. But hearing my brothers and sisters bring my needs confidently before the Lord bolstered my own faith. Together in prayer we were a cloud of witnesses directing one another to the listening Father who tenderly welcomes the cries of all his children.