Hello and happy Friday to you!
Here in the Midwest we have been having major scares regarding upcoming storm systems.
Cue the mad dash to all grocery stores and people stocking up like it will be months before we can get out again.
With predictions of icy rain falling on the path from our house to the Fab Four’s between midnight on Wednesday and my scheduled Thursday 6 AM departure time, I packed an overnight bag and headed north arriving in time to crash at their house and be ready for action bright and early yesterday morning.
We had a good day, but it was a long one and some unforeseen events robbed us of nap time for the two littlest ones, so to say Lola was tired by 5 PM is putting it mildly.
There is a reason we bear our children at young ages and bless God for the energy He must have provided Sarah and Abraham to raise Isaac in their latter years. Talk about miraculous works.
Graham had been picked up for basketball practice and I was serving up plates of pizza and prayed for God to grant us nourishment. They eagerly picked up their slices as the amen fell from my lips.
But as I lifted my own head, I kind of craved being prayed for myself.
So I just said Lola needs some prayer and immediately both boys dropped their pizza back on their plates and assumed the prayer warrior position.
While I was really needing prayer to just stay awake long enough to get them fed and bathed before their mom got home with Graham, Emmett launched into a prayer for my safety driving home later.
He covered the potential for regular snow and the dreaded ‘black snow’… how a five year old could already have picked up a fear of sliding on black ice on the highway is a credit to his genetic link to his grandmother who can work herself into an anxiety attack scanning the road for deer and ice patches…year round.
In a few sentences he hit on all the potential dangers I might encounter, thanked God for answering and said his amen as he resumed devouring his pizza. Joel peeked over out of the corner of his eye to make sure all was clear and joined in the feast.
I was humbled beyond words as I felt certain God had leaned forward from His throne and covenanted with Emmett to keep Lola safe.
Sometimes we make prayer such a big deal.
Emmett could have quizzed on me on what I thought I needed prayer for, but God had already planted in his little spirit what I really needed prayer for.
The roads were perfectly dry and free of deer the entire way home.
My headlights carved out a smooth path as I listened to a sermon and let God’s word sink deep into me.
Today you may meet a traveler on the journey who just might ask you to pray for something going on in his or her life.
Don’t promise to pray later.
Don’t ask them how you can pray.
Just drop your pizza slice, bow your head and lift up your heart to God for what He might want to do in that precious fellow sojourners life.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow … I am lifting each of you who might be reading this in prayer now <3