Prayers of a Pastor

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There we sat, the room empty, except for one other man. The light was dim and dingy. Off in the corner the television was on and bleating louder than it ought to have been. She sat next to me doubled over in pain with tears streaming down her face wondering what was taking so long. It was 3:30 in the morning. The man brought my attention to the rain that had started again and the howling of the wind.

I sat feeling helpless trying to control the panic beginning to creep in. I closed my eyes and began to pray. I simply said, “Jesus we need you.” The door opened and we were called back. The man came right up next to me and followed us. Just as I was beginning to feel unsettled about this, he said, “I want you to know I was praying for your daughter.” With a relieved smile, I answered, “Thank you.” He said, “As a Pastor that is my job.” I thanked him again and told him there is something special about the prayers of a Pastor.

As we sat in the exam room engulfed by the privacy curtain, listening to the activity of a busy ER, I marveled at HIM. His lavish love poured over us creating a sweet perfume for our souls. Before I ever uttered a word in prayer, God had already answered and placed that Pastor right near us.

If that isn’t love, what is?

Precious One, God is ever close, his love knows no bounds and he is always listening to the sweet tinkling of your voice.

Shalom!

PS she is fine and God is good….ALL the time.

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Full Circle

Last week I took my youngest love bug to have some blood work done. It was late in the afternoon and we were the only ones in the waiting area, when a very nicely dressed man, around my age, okay, that would be middle-aged, came in with his father, who was walking with the help of a walking stick, not a typical cane.

mothers-day-background_z1eLooOOI sat there discreetly listening, yes, I eavesdrop and I love to learn about others and their story, I never know when Holy Spirit will ask me to give a word of encouragement! As they checked in it was evident that they were there for the father. I also surmised that the son had taken time off work to help his father in this manner, hence the son still wearing his suit.

As we waited to be called, I prayed for the father asking Jesus for peace and thanking God fathers-day_1100013316-1013intfor the love this son showed his father in taking care of him. I was struck by the contrast that I was there; a mother taking care of her daughter and they were there; a son taking care of his father, when  Holy Spirit reminded me of this verse.

Grandchildren are the crowning glory of the aged; parents are the pride of their children. Proverbs 17:6.

heart-in-circle-stroke-icon_fJlmH88_Full circle just as God intended it to be.

Shalom!

Cute As a Button!

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 Our youngest is finally a teenager. She has been for several months. Yesterday was the first day of school; we’re on a modified year round schedule. She came home with all the usual forms from almost each class requesting what seems like the exact same information. Being that we are in the 21st Century, one would think that all this information could be centralized and utilized by those requesting the information!

Being the sweetie that she is, she offered to complete them all and have me sign them. Since I was preparing dinner at the time, I readily agreed, without hesitation! Then she came to one form and told me that it had two sides and that I should probably complete it, because there were a lot of questions. I sat down to complete this form and realized how much this particular teacher truly cares about her students simply by the questions that were asked.

Answering these questions gave me the opportunity to reflect on the many special gifts God has given our daughter. One of my favorites is her big compassionate heart. She feels and senses her world around her in a deeper and more raw way than most people do. What may seem as not a big deal to most isn’t always true for the compassionate heart.

Maybe some of you reading this are also compassionate hearts. Perhaps you have been told, “You’re too sensitive.” or “You let too much bother you.” If so, I tell you, what we very often tell our daughter, “God gave you your big compassionate because He chose you and trusts you.” “It’s a good thing!” It truly is a gift from God.

This morning as I was getting ready to take her to school, I looked at her and was once again struck by how blessed I am to be her mamma and that she is MY lovebug! That God has graced my life with her bright smile and beautiful laugh. And, that He trusts us to raise her up in the way she should go.

Oh, and did I mention? She looked “as cute as a button!”