Happy 100th Birthday to a Prayer Warrior

Today my Grandma Butler is 100 years old. Isn’t that amazing?!  To think she was just a little girl during World War I, in elementary school during the Roaring 20’s, a teenager during the Great Depression, and a newlywed during World War II.  Those are monumental moments in our nation’s history and those who went through it were changed, but I am thankful for the monumental moments she has made in my and in Sarah’s lives that have brought us change.

You see, my Grandma is a Prayer Warrior.  My Grandma told me that she prays every hour she is awake for our family.  She decided that when the clocks hits 9:09 or 10:10 or 11:11 (and so on), it is a cue for her to pray for her family and loved ones.

That means Sarah is being lifted before the Throne of God at least 12 times a day!  How many answers to pray have occurred because of my Grandma’s faithfulness?  How many times has she prayed protection, guidance, intervention, relief and encouragement for us on this autism journey?  I can’t wait until Heaven to see how the flow of her prayers changed the tides of Sarah’s life (and ours!).  The effects of Grandma’s prayers are like ripples spreading out even beyond what she could ever imagine.

When the Lord does call my Grandma home we will miss that blanket of prayer.  It has always been an integral part of this journey that I can’t fathom our lives without it.  It is a challenge to me to continue on her legacy for my kids and their future families.  What a priceless gift!

Happy Birthday, Grandma!  We love you and we are so grateful for your faithfulness to the Lord these past 100 years!

James 5:16b: “The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.” 

The Warrior- a Poem by Kendall

The Warrior

by Kendall Gregory

Joy in the air

Dancing through the wind

Smiles from ear to ear


But when I truly look

Into the eyes of deep blue

I see the silent plea


I don’t see joy

But sorrow, lust,

Pain & brokenness


You screamed

But they were

Deaf to your voice


You were left

Stranded, deserted

All on your own


You danced, cried

And even fell

But not of your own will


They tried

They truly tried

But you were so far


Not knowing

Not seeing

Not hearing


Nothing could help

Not even you

No matter what


So you became

A warrior

A fighter


You fought back

With your smiles,

With your patience


I know I don’t

Understand you

And never will


But you must understand

You are my hero

And I love you too.