Psalm 5:3
A loved one was suffering. It was not a physical pain. It was a deep hurt. Words were not enough to heal the wound. What was needed was a miracle, and so I began to pray.
I prayed and waited, and then prayed some more. Nothing seemed to be happening, and the prayers became less urgent, less frequent. I find I am prone to give up too easily, and when the need is not right there in front of me I have a tendency to forget. I am not proud of that confession.
I have a Father, however, who is not forgetful in the least. He has promised in His word that He will hear our prayers and, more than that, He will answer.
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The answer came on Saturday evening as we sat in church with this loved one. Every word went right to that hurting heart; every word ministered healing. I listened in wonder, and gratitude and a bit of shame that I had not been faithful.
I am thankful:
- that He is always faithful
- that He hears and answers prayer, in His way and in His time
- that He forgives and extends grace
- that His word is powerful and healing
- for a young Pastor who faithfully proclaimed the truth of the Word
- for the Spirit that ministers
- for lazy summer days spent with family and friends
- for the amazing beauty all around us
- for funny little friends who come for a drink of water
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Linda