prayers
Prayers, prayers, prayers – they really are my lifeblood. In the past seven days I have been told of two different families that are praying for me every single day and have been for quite some time.
I was shocked when our adorable elderly neighbor stood up in church and talked about how much she loves me and prays for me every single day. I was touched deep down to my little toes to hear this good woman pour out her heart in love for me and my precious children.
Then this morning after a pretty rough night…more on that later…Tami told me her Uncle Jim and Aunt Bev, who I have always loved to pieces, pray for me every single day.
Every. Single. Day.
That is some dedication. When I think about these four people praying for me and the healing of my hip every single day my heart is filled to bursting. I can’t even think about it without crying. Knowing they are praying for me strengthens my own prayers. Sometimes I feel like giving up. Sometimes I feel like I can’t talk to God about this one more time. Sometimes I don’t even mention it and talk to Him instead about others who surely need His comfort even more than I do. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the whole thing…the acute injury, the long-term damage that has been done by the car accident and the last (almost) eighteen months with a labral tear, the connective tissue disorder with its accompanying faulty collagen, the pain, the seizures, the passing out, the calling from God, the blessings he has showered down on me, the financial costs of the whole thing, the stress on our family life, the majesty of my husband’s tender care, the never-ending questions from concerned people asking how I am, my children growing up with a debilitated mother, the rhythms and routines of my home falling apart, the EVERYTHING.
But knowing these four people are praying for me has changed something in me. It is filling me with courage and hope. If they can pray for me every day, surely I can pray for me every day. Surely I can continue to petition The Lord for comfort and company and peace and healing.
Thank you to all the praying people of the world. Thank you for giving me some of your heart.
I'm Tracy, a mama with big dreams, crazy ideas, loads of laughter, an insatiable desire to learn, and enormous piles of laundry.
I have prayed for you and will continue to. In our prayer list, my Catholic husband knows you as “the blogging lady with the hip pain”. We can shorten it to the “hip lady”…. (you are deserving of all manner of compliments!) What if all of your friends and “well meaning lurkers” had a “Prayer burst once a week for you” Maybe sometime like Sunday evening 8p your time, where we focus intently on your hip- pray for healing from Father in Heaven and actually picture your hip getting all healed and so happy with all of your cells in your hip smiling big light filled smiles. Of course we can pray daily as well, but at least Sunday could be the day we all really really concentrate……Visualization with prayer can be so powerful and add to that all of your friends and family doing this prayer and visualization at the very same time whereever they are geographically. An idea and as always, God Bless you and your family. :)
Liz, I LOVE this idea! I will try to come up with a plan for orchestrating it. Is it totally weird for someone to orchestrate their own prayer circle?
I think Father in Heaven takes any prayers he can get! But that’s me. :)
Yes, He totally does!