What an interesting day. A day that began with a sense of deep concern, and has reached this evening hour in peace. It is so frustrating when there is a need, that you know there is nothing you can do about. You can listen, offer a word of encouragement, and listen some more. In the end, you walk away frustrated that you can’t fix the problem. You can’t make things better with a word and you’re in no position to do anything physically.
You do, what you have already done but return to again and yet again. Prayer, deep, thoughtful, pleading prayer. Then you remember, 20 For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. (Matthew 18:20) Then you do one step further, you go onto social media and ask an unspoken prayer request. Immediately the prayer warriors are there, offering up prayers without hesitation. Not knowing, not needing to know the reason. Not asking for details, just offering up prayer.
Placing trust and belief in the many prayers I left to run errands. Big box stores are not the easiest to deal with on the best of days. Go into one this close to Christmas and its insanity. The stores are crowded, filled to maximum amounts with shoppers. I was pleased when the cart that I got, rolled easily without a single wobbly. While I didn’t get everything I wanted, I did get most. I even remembered this trip to get the gift cards for the swap game Christmas Day.
As I was shopping, the frustrating part, was the shoppers who would block the aisle. Acting as if they were the only ones in the store, leaving others to wait, hope, or finally as I did offer an “excuse me, may I get by?” Reluctantly they would stop their shopping and move their cart. Once I was given a glare for daring to ask. I simply offered a sincere thank you as I passed and went on my way. To throw anger looks about is simply not my way.
I made a point of checking out with someone I had gone through multiple times. I did this, because I had multiple gift cards that I needed to pay for individually. I knew people were not going to be happy, but I knew this lady was quick and it shouldn’t take too terribly long.
Moments after I got home, I had a message to call the one in need. Quickly putting everything away, I made the call. Not getting a response I carried the cards I had purchased for mom down to her. As I was preparing to leave, the return call came. I listened as the caller brought me up to date. Less than two hours before, the situation was not good. Now closing in on a hundred prayers later, things had vastly improved. Answers were being given. It is obvious that it isn’t done, but the answers have it well on the way.
Christmas, the reason for the season, is love. The reason, is hope. The reason is faith. The reason, is trust. When asked, prayer warriors went to their knees and lifted up their voices. And they were heard.