It is not often that you come across a person whose faith is truly anchored.  A person who speaks in confidence of the things she knows to be true and creates a faith within you that you never knew you had.  A person whose very life is defined by the pictures that hang along strings in the hall of her small home as she touches them multiple times per day – praying over them, speaking truth in the spiritual realm into existence, covering them.  A person who, when she prays, the very depths of Hell feel the power.  A person who does not fear earth or death, but embraces both in the power of her Savior because He is big enough.  A person whose faith can carry a group of people into the authority and power that we never dreamed real.  And married to a man of even greater faith.

I’ve met this woman.  I’ve met this couple.  Their momentary vapor has left an indelible mark on my soul, my faith, my home, my family and the generations of faith to come bearing the Haley last name.

These two will be embarrassed of the spotlight.  Not out of fake humility, but out of the shear fact that they know that only Christ separates them.  Only the power of Jesus defines the goodness in them.  Only much time spent with face turned upward separates them from all the other churchgoers.  Only a faith tested creates a faith that can help others in their testing.

One of my first encounters with this power house intercessor was at a women’s prayer retreat when she prayed over my womb – my barren and infertile womb.  When one of the first times I spoke aloud the brokenness that my heart felt and the emptiness my body felt, her faith carried me through.  Her faith strengthened my soul.  Her faith prayed for the miracle that I later received in a precious baby girl named Georgia Ruth.  Her faith, when mine was weak, was enough.

Another amazing encounter is when she prayed from the top of my head to the tips of my toes before my 2nd trip to Southeast Asia.  She covered me.  And from that moment, she vowed to cover me time and time again.

Today, my prayer is that this incredible saint knows her legacy.  May she know the fruit that she bears.  May she always be reminded of the goodness of God and the power her faith has had on my life.