jamonicad posted: " Praying friends. Anyone keeping up with the crazy that has wrapped itself around my family these past few weeks knows it's been rough. All the emotions and then some have worked through this place and I'm really over them all. Hurt. Betrayal. Anger. " jamonicad
Anyone keeping up with the crazy that has wrapped itself around my family these past few weeks knows it's been rough. All the emotions and then some have worked through this place and I'm really over them all. Hurt. Betrayal. Anger. Sadness. Denial. Too many of them, often at once, circling like bats at feeding time. It's been rough.
The one common constant has been the people in our lives lifting us up in prayer. They've watched the story of our teenage son unfold over the last few years. They've seen our struggles. Some even shared similar ones. And we all do what comes most naturally when life throws bricks at us; we pray. We pray for our own issues but we also pray for one another.
When I cried all over the women's event, prayer came from all directions. It truly helped. It didn't take away the big feelings I kept trying to stuff down. But, it helped me move toward a place of functioning peace. You see, prayer isn't about asking God to instantly fix the things gone wrong. He's not a genie. It's about giving him what's burdening our hearts. This whole situation has been weighing my momma heart down and it has been incredibly heavy to bear.
Now, I never claim to be perfect. By any means. I'm as flawed as the next person. But, I pray. Funnily enough, I tend to pray for everyone but myself. Still working on that whole idea of being worthy enough to ask God for anything for myself. I'm a work in progress. In this whole situation, I've prayed.
Prayed my kid was safe, healthy, eating and sleeping like he should. Prayed he wasn't doing anything stupid that would get him arrested or worse. Prayed my daughter, who feels so hurt and betrayed, would find a way to accept and forgive her brother. Prayed my other kids wouldn't harangue and hold my son's idiotic selfishness against him. Prayed my husbands hurt over everything that's happened would lessen and start to heal. But, I haven't prayed for myself.
Today, I received the most amazing voice message from an amazing prayer warrior. I count her amount the few people I actually call friend. In this message, she didn't just say she was praying for me - she actually prayed for me. Right there, in that message, she spoke words over me and my family. She prayed for me. Thats huge. And it means more than I would ever be able to express.
How many times do we say "oh, I'll pray for you" but never actually do it? I know I've done it. It's so easy to say. Rolls off the tongue as if second nature. But, do you? Do you actually pray for that person? Do you comment on that social media post seeking prayer with an actual prayer? Do you stop them in the hallway and literally pray for them? Send a message of prayer? Add them to your personal prayer list?
That two minute voice message filled with spirit lifting words meant everything to me today. A friend took that time during her meal prep for her own family to lift me up in prayer. And Ill play that message many times over the next few weeks as we fly through the holidays. Not knowing what will happen, I know her words will help my momma heart find peace. Those are the kind of friends everyone needs. If you don't have praying friends, get you some. Quick.
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