Posts Tagged ‘prayer’
Tonight, as we were preparing for bed, our dog, Sara, decided to leave us a present on the floor. Not an accident, she has been house trained for months. I think the phrase I used was “Oh my word, she is puking”. Not one of my favorite words and it just came out because I was startled.
I ran to go get some paper towels and a plastic bag to clean up with, and Leah is hollering “she’s puking again”. The drama then ensued of flopping around and screaming. I had to tell Leah to calm down, everything was fine, all we had to do was clean it up.
I shooed Sara out the door and finished cleaning up. I was on my way to get the spray spot remover, when Leah said we need to pray for her.
Here is her prayer (I had to start it):
(me) “Dear Heavenly Father, we come to you tonight with our prayers…”
(Leah) “… for Sara. She puked on the carpet and Mama cleaned it up. Please heal her. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen.”
What? A Christmas miracle, you say? Shouldn’t this have been posted a few weeks ago? Well, yes, but you know how sometimes things happen, and you don’t really focus on it until a while later? That’s what happened to me. December was a very hard month for me. Both my daughter and my mother had 2-3 surgeries each since July, and I had numerous doctor’s visits for myself. I had sleep studies, and an MRI, and a neurological test. I was busy, to say the least. Then when the first of January came around, noises are starting to surface that I may not have a job in a few months. I don’t know that for certain, but of course, it has me terribly worried. I haven’t worked in an office in 6 years, and I’m not so sure that employers are willing to hire a 47 year old single mom of a special needs child. It’s not looking good. So in January, I was reading everybody’s hopeful posts about what a great year 2010 was going to be, and the good things going on in their lives, and I was still in a very bad “bah humbug” mood. I had no interest in posting anything, or focusing on anything good.
Until, one morning, I woke up and it dawned on me that I had had a Christmas miracle. In 2008, my dentist discovered that I had a small growth on my tongue and had referred me to an oral surgeon. The appointment was several months later, and by that time, the growth had disappeared. The surgeon examined me and said he didn’t see anything, but that sometimes happens. It was very common, and if it returned to come back and he would remove it. Well, it came back, sometime around September or October, I think. By Christmas, it had gotten a little bigger, not huge, but large enough that it was getting irritated by chewing food. During the last two weeks before Christmas, I was taking care of my mother after her last surgery, and I was taking her out to eat a lot, so I was eating a lot more than I normally do. Neither one of us felt up to doing anything special for Christmas dinner, so we found the Huddle House on Christmas night and had supper there. I have to tell you, I was at the point where I almost could not eat because the place on my tongue was so sore, but I persevered eating my beef steak because I knew that was all I was going to get.
It wasn’t until a few days later that I realized that my mouth was no longer sore. I rushed to the mirror to check it out, and sure enough, the growth was GONE. I couldn’t believe it. It took me a few minutes to think about when was the last time I had felt soreness, and it was Christmas night. You know, I really hadn’t been praying about it because it was the least of my concerns. The surgeon had felt confident that it was not cancerous, that it was very common, and there was no rush to have it removed. In fact, I was scheduled for the surgery during December, but decided to cancel due to my daughter’s and my mother’s surgeries.
God answers prayer in mysterious ways. I’m still struggling with seeing a bright future for 2010, but I’m getting there.
Current Mood: Happy
I have been worrying a lot lately about some financial issues that I have, and it’s been making me a little … well, moody, I guess is the right word to use. I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, so I’m guessing that my blood pressure will be up a little, and I have a whole lot of aches and pains to complain about. When I get in this state, I get so focused on the “worry” that I lose sight of everything else. I spend time saying to God, “I’ve been faithful, why aren’t you here for me now?” And my faith takes a nose dive. I have given it over to God, but sometimes God doesn’t “answer” your prayer in the manner you expect. Today, I received a message through a friend. I received the following from my friend this morning and I am publishing it here with my friend’s permission.
Current Mood: Happy