He Answers Prayers

Over the past few days, I have seen Him answer prayers. Some prayers are for newly developed situations.  Some prayers have been ongoing for many months.

Our friend recently became very critical from seizures. His father and mother are longtime friends of ours.  Our children and our ill friend played together when they were youngsters.  The prognosis was many long weeks of a medically induced coma.  But, He had him sitting in the chair, talking and eating ice cream after only a couple of weeks.

A man we go to church with also had a severe seizure but was home and back at church in a week or so.

Our friend who once was also our pastor has been seeking a pulpit for months. He has been given one by Him just this week.

My beloved cousin is scheduled for surgery tomorrow. (I hope you get to read this tonight.  I love you so dearly.  I expect another answer to our prayer for you.)  Miraculous recovery time from this crisis and I am also going to seek spontaneous permanent remission.  He does that sort of thing.

I have been struggling with anxiety. In the past, my circumstances would have me succumbing to the screaming memmies.  I have several things going on right now.  Not exactly negative, but trials none the less.

I am waiting for an answer about a business matter. I am in charge of a special event at our new church, not knowing even where things are stored.  I am trying to get back in the swing of teaching a Sunday School class.  Hunting season, festival season, the holiday season are all upon us.  Then, the previously mentioned health problems of people I care about concern me greatly.  My baby niece has not been well.  A dear friend is struggling with her marriage.

But, I have been praying. And He has been working on me. I don’t usually show my stress.  Years ago, one lady was shocked and surprised to hear me speak during a ladies’ meeting about my self-esteem, anxiety and depression issues.  She had spent quite a bit of time around me and had no idea I struggled so.

It has been many years since that time. Slowly but surely I have been healing.  From the inside out.  Praying and working on my thought patterns and feelings. Working through grief.  Working through pain.  Working through anxiety.  Praying for answers.  Praying for focus.  Praying for Him to heal people I care about.

Who can know what He is going to do? Why He allows certain things to happen?  Why He lets some things continue and some things end?  One thing is certain.  Most of the prayers I pray are for immediate things of this earth.  However He answers them, I rest in His assurance of my final healing, my final peace.  Complete in Christ.  Doesn’t get any better than that this side of the gates.

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Two Little Feet

Hello little feet in your shiny silver squeaky shoes!  You carry a precious cargo.  Where are you going?  What adventures will you take her to?  What troubles will you take her through?  Will you bring her to see me occasionally?  Something in her eyes makes my heart melt.

Other little feet have padded around my house.  Little ones who are only a little bigger now.  Little ones who are grown and padded away down life’s avenues.  They still come round to see me now and then.  Something in their eyes makes my heart melt.

There is a pair of feet still padding around in my house.  His I did not see when they were little.  His wander down the hall each evening to chat for a while before sleep overtakes us.  Something in his eyes makes my heart melt.

Down there close to the foot of my bed are two feet.  I knew them when they were little.  I know them very well.  They are usually tipped with a bright color to make me smile.  Not always red like Granny’s were.  I go for more variety.  Those feet which hurt at times and cause me to limp are the feet which have carried me through almost 50 years of adventures, troubles, treasured moments.

I like little feet and grown up feet.  Feet that bring my loved ones to see me and pad around the house filling it with memories for me.  Bringing them to me to melt my heart again and again with something in their eyes.

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