When I was growing up, my great Aunt Ruth was known as our family’s prayer warrior. Weighing probably 100 pounds, this little Czech lady would spend her days praying. We would jokingly say “be sure to tell Aunt Ruth” when something would come up that needed extra prayers. Today, my mom spends most of her time at her home. She has also become a prayer warrior as she crochets and watches Hallmark.
Conversations with my kids are a highlight to my heart. Calls, texts, any kind of communication with them delights me. We are able to have conversations with our omnipotent, loving God. How often I have taken that for granted.
I’ve been sidelined for almost 8 weeks. Since mid-December, I’ve pretty much had to give up control of most of what I do around here due to illness. I was “doing the right thing” and my body didn’t cooperate. I’ve spent my days watching “Home Town” and Netflix series, reading a bit (my head hurts too bad), listening to the Bible Recap (& repeating the Job series twice), sleeping, and praying. Praying, a lot. It’s amazing when you slow down what you are able to hear from Him. Things, and people, have been placed on my heart that are lifted up. It doesn’t always even make sense to me. But He knows. In Romans 8, Paul reminds us that “even when we don’t know how to pray, the Holy Spirit intercedes for us”. It seems so minimal in the expanse of things I need to be doing. But during this time of mandated rest, it has been made clear to me that praying to Him is one of the most important things I need to be doing. And not just now, but ALL the time. He loves us all enough to listen to every one of us. Who are we that He would listen to us? We are His kids.
