I started taking prayer walks after reading Praying Like Monks, Living Like Fools by Tyler Staton. Something about the book made me want to talk to God more intentionally, so I began walking around my property and nearby lakes, pouring out my heart to Him.
For months, I prayed for hard situations, for unsaved neighbors, and for my children to truly know the Lord. But after a while, I felt discouraged. Nothing seemed to be changing.
One evening at church, I bowed my head and prayed, “Lord, do You even hear me?”
I knew He did. But I asked Him to encourage me through another person so I wouldn’t stay stuck in discouragement.
The very next morning, a woman from a prayer group chat texted me. I barely knew her. She said the Lord had given her an image for me: I was standing alone, wearing a white dress, looking over a wheat field. She said I had planted many seeds—in my neighborhood, my church, and my family—and I was waiting for the harvest.
Then she said, “The harvest is coming. Keep praying.”
At the end of her message, she randomly asked, “Do you have chickens?”
I laughed because we had just bought brand-new chickens. She said she felt like more would be coming to roost in our coop. That made me smile.
Months later, on Easter, I wore a white dress with blue flowers. I didn’t think anything of it until the Lord reminded me of that image: me in a white dress, standing in the field, waiting for the harvest. I knew I needed to keep praying.

The next Sunday, our pastor presented the gospel and was inviting people to respond to the Lord. Our young son looked up during church and asked, “Can I go pray with the prayer team?”
He had never asked anything like that before.
When Mark asked what he wanted prayer for, he said, “I want to become a Christian.”
This wasn’t random. None of his friends were doing this. He had thought about it. We had been talking about God, the Bible, and salvation for months. He had a lot of questions at bedtime, but had never quite been ready. Until God called him.
My eyes filled with tears. I could feel the Holy Spirit moving, and it gave me chills. I remembered how Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 19:14).
This little boy walked up to a big, tall stranger with boldness and prayed a simple, childlike prayer: “Lord, take away my sins and give me a new heart.”
And just like that, God answered a prayer I had prayed for weeks, months, and years.
It reminded me of 1 Corinthians 3:6: “I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.”
I had prayed. Our pastor had preached the gospel. Mark had walked with him to the prayer team. The prayer team prayed with him. The body of Christ carried my little boy straight into the arms of Jesus.
The very next day, I walked out to our chicken coop. Guess what I saw?
A tiny yellow chick peeked out from under a mama hen.

We had never had chicks hatch in our coop before so this was a complete surprise.
I held that little chick and thought, God knows me. He knows my son. He knew He would save him. He knew He would bring new life. To some, this tiny chick could be such an insignificant detail, but it just goes to show He knows me. He knew all of this all along.
I’m sharing this story for the person who feels like they are planting seeds and not seeing growth. My encouragement to you…
Keep praying.
Keep asking.
Keep walking with God. One step at a time.
The harvest may be closer than you think.In the words of Tyler Station, “Pray as you can, and somewhere along the way, you will make the most important discovery of your life—the love the Father has for you.”























