Many times I have attempted to write a story. One time I was actually planning on writing a devotional for struggling Christians to read to help their walk. Then I became one of those struggling Christians. I grew weary of well doing and had had enough. I could feel myself getting more and more away from the things of Christ. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. Not that I was a "bad" person. Far from it. I just basically stopped talking to God. Stopped reading my bible. Stopped going to church. .
There were times when I could feel His tug on my heart, but my heart had grown hardened. We had been through so much with our youngest daughter. We had been through so much on top of that with my husband's accident. It just seemed like we were, for lack of better words, the modern day Job. The difference between Job and me.... I did turn my back on Him. I felt like He had let me (us) down when we trusted Him the most. I admit it. I was mad at God.
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I never thought it would have happened to me. But it did. People would offhandedly ask me to pray for them about a situation and I'd say I would, but thought, don't count on it getting past the ceiling. Oh, I'd say my pitiful prayer, but I really didn't think it would go far. I would then pass their request on to people that I knew their prayers would would reach the throne of God.
I never thought it would have happened to me. But it did. People would offhandedly ask me to pray for them about a situation and I'd say I would, but thought, don't count on it getting past the ceiling. Oh, I'd say my pitiful prayer, but I really didn't think it would go far. I would then pass their request on to people that I knew their prayers would would reach the throne of God.
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Where am I going with this, you might be asking? I don't know! I was starting this as a thought process of starting to write a new book... ended up on a post about God and praying... who'da thunk? So much for my plans!
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I do need to thank those who have interceeded on my behalf. I know you all are out there! I got a letter in the mail from a friend I had not seen in a decade. She was not even sure I still lived in my house, but God had laid me on her heart and she wanted me to know that she was praying for me. Thank you, Betty! I am thankful that God has not turned His back on me even when I turned mine on Him. Thank you mom, Carla, Tina, Judy, Pam, and Dianna, who have been beacons of light in my dark cave. I know there are others, but right now, my mind won't recall... but thank you! Prayer is a powerful thing. Think I'll try it more often :o)
Job 16:21 (King James Version)
21O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
