Prayer. As church
ended on what was a very stirring service today, our pastor’s wife invited
anyone who needed it to come up and seek prayer. People were waiting to pray with you. It was a fleeting thought. Maybe….but no. It’s not me.
I don’t share much these days publicly.
This has been a hard year. A year
of loss, pain, and in some ways complete devastation. But from that has come strength, faith, hope
and a growth in my spiritual walk that I fear could have come in no other
way. So I ponder this. And I walk my note to the foot of the cross
and I lay it down again to the only One who truly knows the depth of what He is
asking me to do.
And when I return, she isn’t there. My child.
Not where she once stood. And
then I see her, that beautiful girl of 16 who has had her faith tested this
year as well. I see her standing with
our pastor in prayer. And I can think of
no other thing than to go to my child. I
see her tears. I see my child asking for
prayer. And in that moment as I go to
her, nothing else matters but her. And
I’m standing there beside her, ready to be there, her protector since the
moment she was conceived. She dosen’t
know it, what my thoughts towards her are.
How fierce my love for her is, what mountains I would move for her in an
instant. I stand there silent. Watching.
This is her moment. She
grew. Her faith became stronger. She heeded His calling.
How many times has He done that for me? He’s there the instant
I am in need. Standing beside me. All the protection I will ever need ready and
waiting. But letting me grow. Letting me do the hard work. Knowing that there isn’t one second He can’t
rescue me, but watching these things grow my faith.
As it turns out, He did mean for me to receive prayer. As I stood watching this amazing young woman
turn a corner, God reached out in the quietest of ways to me. Our pastors wife said “what is it? What are
you holding onto that you need to release?” and in that moment, I knew that He
had provided what I needed as well. A
gentle word, an “ok” to lay it down again, to speak my heart and have someone
agree with me in prayer.
My child heard God speaking to her heart and she ran. God heard his child crying out in her heart
and He ran….
"Knowing that there isn’t one second He can’t rescue me, but watching these things grow my faith." yes. couldn't say this any better ~ love you! (and i'm crying again...geez!)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I love how you described such a sweet encounter with Him. This esp. "Our pastors wife said “what is it? What are you holding onto that you need to release?” and in that moment, I knew that He had provided what I needed as well." I love that He finds us...even when it's not in our plan. Thank you for sharing. : )
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