How sad when our faith becomes glib—as ordinary as a slice of wheat toast.
Then something happens that jerks us back into life and reminds us how much we need each other.
Sometimes when people ask for prayer on social media, I scroll quickly through the problem. Busy with my own challenges. Figuring others will step up and say a quickie prayer.
But when it’s me and more importantly—when it’s my son standin’ in the need of prayer, I am quick to plead for help.
And so grateful for those who respond.
Our latest challenge has jerked me back to reality and to the importance of stepping out of the ordinary request into the place of true caring.
With my son hooked up to hospital tubes and filled with pain-killing drugs, I cried out for prayers. Loving those who responded, for those who kept asking, “How’s Caleb?”
Reminders that others cared. Saints who pounded the doors of heaven on behalf of my boy.
And for those who also prayed for me, when I didn’t even ask. Mothers who knew I suffered with my son, failed to sleep, cried when I saw him in that sterile bed.
Folks who turned their prayers into action and brought us food. Took the time to visit. Hands-on prayers. Love in action.
My faith challenged and convicted to no longer scroll quickly through social media prayer requests. To remember on the other end of that post is a suffering person, a crying Mama, a struggling child.
My gratitude to those who prayed for us. Please continue. Healing is a process.
Hope underscores the need for honest petitions in the heavenlies and for warriors who embrace the battle.
We need each other. Our prayers matter.
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