[I interrupt this sabbatical for a message from my Sponsor...]
Tucked into the middle of the swarming hallway of 650 women abuzz, the prayer room. The busy, the chaos, the excitement, the nerves, the information overload, the rushing from hither to yon; the prayer room in the middle.
Informed prior to arrival of the sacred space created special for us, school girl excitement welled up within; anticipation for what the Lord had for me there. Every woman prayed over and her name placed by His. Which of Him might He delight for me to know? Oh how the heart longs to be spoken to.
Shoes removed upon entrance; hallowed ground. Lights dimmed, overstuffed chairs, pillows scattered, candles burning, tissue boxes aplenty, delicate worship music sweetly drapes the air; the bread and the wine. Two tables with His names, 19 of them, with each woman’s name taped around who He is; how He wants her to know Him. Quick scanning each one to find the familiar double k. Nothing. Slow down; read each one slower. He wants to be known. Is He the One who sees me? Is He my Strong Tower? My Provider?
A second round; nothing.
The mind starts to skitter around and the heart’s hopes begin to sink, they couldn’t have forgotten me. Could they? Should I ask someone? But…must I ask… to be remembered? Forgotten. Disregarded. The anticipation was for this; this right here, that God would have a name for me. Surely He wouldn’t let my name slip by…
A third time names scanned, s.l.o.w.l.y.; special attention to other words on the tables:
SIMPLIFY
BELIEVE
A deep breath in…slowly let out. Heart sinking. Forgotten. Lost in the crowd of so many others remembered.
One more time. It’s here. It has to be here. Slowly, praying desperately through 17 of the 19 and there…tucked in, but not hidden; overlooked by haste:
Jehovah-Rapha
The Lord Who Heals
God has provided the final cure for spiritual, physical and emotional sickness in Jesus Christ.
Tears from deep guttural places well up. Not forgotten. Thank you Jesus, that I’m not forgotten
He speaks more than His name. This, in a prayer room tucked into the middle of the chaos, forced to slow down to see Him, is where healing begins.
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i’ve actually never been on your site- weird. thought i’d found all of the single mom sites out there.
i have to say, i can feel this post to the core. you’ve got nothing with out a little faith and giving it up to God. sometimes life is just too much to handle by yourself.
Thank you Rachael. It is certain, I (we) can do nothing in my own strength, but I (we) can do all things through He who strengthens me (su). :o) So glad you stopped by!
Very happy to find your blog..i am very much touched the way you explaining all the facts about the prayer and the faith.Jesus the almighty that sometimes we are not able to recognizes His love and His existence.Prayer is way which comes from our heart and connect us to this higher power.Sometimes our life is not in our control and we can’t handle it properly.In those times we are live just because of our this faith in to that higher power.
God Bless You….
Thank you for your comment. :o)
Oh how I need a place like that….a place of quiet refuge in which I have no choice but to slow down, focus on Him and allow Him to speak to me. I try, I really do, to find that place in my daily life but so often I am distracted by the pressures of the unending to-do lists, the calendar that seems to fill itself, of life. My prayer, my desire, my goal for the next few weeks is to find a way to set all thsoe things aside, to find a way to come into that place, either physically or mentally, and experience that peace, that quiet, that rest, that time.
God hasn’t forgotten any of us….it’s just that we sometimes forget we need to slow down and remember him.
I have to remind myself every single day… Just today I went to lunch but forgot my notebook so that I can write. Then I consciously, painfully, allowed myself to just sit still for a minute. I don’t need to be DOING something with every spare minute of the day. It is where He is. In the breeze. In the sunbeam. In the colors that surround… If but only for a moment…to be still before Him, He whispers sweet nothings into our souls. :)
“Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something when the bible says you can do all things thru Christ.” -Unknown
Yesterday Satan had me in doubt that I could be a successful missionary because I was so shaken up by the death of the man on the side of the road. For anyone who did not read it, “The Man On The Side Of The Road” can be viewed on my blog. Regardless, my dream is to build and work in an orphanage in Africa and Satan tries to convince me I should give up that dream because I am simply too sensitive and will never be able to cope with such adversity. He tries to tell me that I will never be strong enough to deal with the repeated suffering I will see in Africa. I have even had well meaning people attempt to persuade me that the dream is either unrealistic due to my Multiple Sclerosis, the fact that I am a single parent, or there is just to much red tape and cost involved in building an orphanage. All had valid points I will concur, but doing what you KNOW is your destiny and God has given you direction to do cancels out everything else. Case in point, when the Israelites were being pursued by Pharaoh’s men on one side and had nothing but the Red Sea in front of them they had for all intensive purposes no where to go! They were facing a seemingly hopeless and insurmountable situation and then the miracle happened; the seas were parted and they were granted safe passage. God told them He would provide a way to do His will and He, as He always does, kept His promise. Common sense told God’s people they were doomed for failure and annihilation and their Father told them something different. They were told to move into the Sea FIRST, regardless of the odds and then God would do the rest. Wow! What trust they would had to have. They were obedient even unto the possibility of death and they were rewarded for their obedience.
So that being said, is there a dream that YOU have but the world or Satan tells you cannot come to pass? Have you been given a task from God to do that appears foolish in the world’s eyes but you KNOW you are supposed to have faith and God will provide a parting of the Red Sea for you? Doing the will of the world is often more convenient, less hassle, and often less painful than obeying God but sacrifice is never 100% painless. That’s why many don’t do it. I praise God that I can lean on God’s word and claim the promise that I CAN in fact, “do all things thru Christ who strengthens” me, and you can too! The bible verse does not say that we can do SOME things, It says, ALL things. So if you have a difficult task God has told you to do, have the blessed assurance that God does not call the equipped, He equips the called. Let Him part the Red Sea for you, yes YOU!!