No Small Thing

Tis no small thing

To bow before God’s holy throne of grace

Relinquishing our pleas and cares

Into Love’s kind embrace

Tis no small thing

To realize that all we cannot know

Is held in tender nail-scarred hands

By One who loves us so

J~

This week I was reminded on more than one occasion of the miraculous power of prayer.

No, His ways are not our ways, nor His thoughts our thoughts; His answers are not always visible to our groping understanding, but when they are we humbly cry, thank-you.

Last night, as I knelt to pray before going to sleep I was suddenly, in the middle of something else, struck by an immediate urge to pray for my children’s safety as they come home from their youth-group event. Approx. 5 min. later Emily bursts into my room breathlessly shouting ‘Mom! We could be DEAD! Someone just pulled out in front of me and I screamed and slammed on the brakes! Oh Mom, if it would have been icy somebody would be badly hurt or worse” I asked her where it happened and then I told them how suddenly at that time-frame I was compelled to pray for their safety…!

Today Lord, I pray

For healing to those who hurt,

For comfort to the sorrowing,

For strength to the weak,

Lord, I pray that we may learn

to love one another

as You first loved us,

Lord, touch the lonely

with Your Presence

and be our guide today

I pray

In Jesus' name

Amen

p.s. Emily just came into the kitchen and asked me if by any chance I just wrote a poem about answered prayer:) I tried to read it to her and ended up blubbering, so she read it:)