Prayer seems to come easy to my mother, you ask her to
pray and time stops for her. She could
care less about what’s happening next.
She seems to get lost in her prayer world. I’m envious of that about her!
Why is she that way?
I’m not sure if I know the answer.
It’s not that God loves her more or that she’s gifted to speak. I think she has cultivated this prayer life
growing up during the end of the depression when life required an element of
faith unlike anything we’ve known, unless we’ve been diagnosed with a terminal
disease.
I grew up hearing my mother pray early in the
mornings. As a child in elementary
school, we lived in a small house with all the rooms very close together. It was as if the Holy Spirit was my alarm
clock rousing me just in time to hear my mother pray; “Holy Spirit, convict
George of his sin today!” I’m 61 years
old and I still hear her voice when I awake every morning.
Dr. Luke records the vision of Cornelius as he
prayed. Cornelius questioned what he saw
and heard and the angel replied; “Your
prayers and gifts to the poor have come up as a memorial offering before God”
(Acts 10:4).
This obscure verse tells us that nothing is obscure to
God. What you pray and what you give to
the poor is tallied by God. Our prayers
and giving is precious to God. God does
not have the capacity to forget your prayers nor will they go unanswered.
Mark Batterson says it like this; “Every prayer we utter
is like the marble stones used in the building of the Washington Monument or
Lincoln-Memorial. When we pray, we are
building a monument to God, a memorial to Him.”
Keep building…
I’ll meet you at the throne,
Pastor George
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