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“Tell Abby I will pray for her, Mama!”

The other day I was chatting with Melissa on my cellphone while she was driving her van in the Fort and I was driving my sedan in the dirty south. I was ranting about my day and complaining a small bit. She was of course being her compassionate self and reassuring me with her kind words (This is why she is my BFF). Her three year old son, Drew, yells from the back of the van “Tell Abby I will pray for her, Mama!” Be careful little ears what you hear and be careful little mouths what you say, huh?!
As funny as it was, it made me think about prayer and how fortunate I am to have a family and a close group of friends who really pray for me. They don’t just say they are going to pray for me, they really do it! It makes me feel blessed and it humbles me. God has been generous enough to give me a new job and I count it all joy because it was bathed in prayer for weeks and months by these faithful prayer partners. Wow, what a testimony to what prayer can do!
I am like most people I think and I often make my own way in "small" situations and think praying about it is trivial. I have learned the hard way that nothing is trivial in God’s eyes. I currently work with a man who told me one day that praying about a job is just “wrong”. He said, “God doesn’t have time to mess with little stuff like that.” I have been so burdened by that and have been quick to tell him about my new job and how I know it came about through prayer. The school was praying for it and we were all praying for it. That is prayer at work! So, if you think prayer is just for certain things – WRONG! We are to live our life as a constant prayer. Yes, I am most guilty of NOT doing this, yet I want to strive to do better. I do love that little Drew Bear is already learning that EVERYTHING needs to go to God in prayer.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Little Drew never seems to miss a beat does he :)

Melissa
Sisters said…
Nope. He is just like his Mama!

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