I was born and raised most of my life in a Christian Reformed church. Although I do believe it takes our own time to become a honest believer in God. I have always believed and still do that there is a haven and hell. I've always believed there is one God, I've always trusted in the Bible and so forth. It wasn't till I had my break through when I became pregnant at the age 18 and put all my faith and trust in our God.
That's when I learned the power of prayer is real. It wasn't just something people would tell me to do so I would feel better about a situation. I finally realized others weren't saying "I'll pray for you" just to make themselves look like a better Christian. Even though I was an honest believer in God and attended church with my family as often as I could and volunteered in the nursery, I didn't pray as often as I should have.
I started off with little prayers here and there. It was amazing how I felt as a human being afterwards. I don't pray out loud or in front of people often. Maybe I should? I wouldn't even tell my own husband when I would pray about a certain situation when my prayer was answered. After a while I started to tell my husband about my prayers being answered. I didn't know whether he believed me or not; he is sometimes hard to read.
Then it hit me. If you recall in a previous post about me writing that our dog ran away and we couldn't find him. We usually find him within 15 minutes in the park behind our home. This time was different, he escaped without his collar on. Night drew near and I was sobbing like a little girl who lost her dog. Yes I admit it. I felt lost and not sure which direction to take at this point to find him. The next morning we had my husband's Grandma's funeral, which we had to be there at 10AM. I felt doomed that I was not going to have time to find our dog again. So I went to bed knowing there was nothing I could do at that point but PRAY. I prayed and prayed and talked to God while my husband was sleeping next to me. He had no clue because I was praying in my head.
The next morning I get a call from a strange number. I answered the phone with a simple hello since it was 8AM. The lady on the other end then says, "We have your dog Porter at a local Veterinary clinic. He is fine. A client of ours found him and brought him in." my prayers was answered.
Later that day while driving my husband had asked me if I prayed that we would somehow find Porter. I replied yes I did pray and continued to ask him why he was even asking me. Ha ha. He had no reason. I left it at that and just thought maybe he's starting to become a believer in the power of prayer.
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I couldn't agree more! Oddly enough, I forget this lesson and have to learn it again and again. Last night was a perfect example. I was ill and exhausted and my toddler woke up crying. I started to get up and fell back onto my pillow and prayed, "Dear God, I really don't feel like I can do this. Please let him (and me!) sleep through the night." Almost immediately the baby calmed down and fell asleep again without my ever having to go in his room. It's a little thing in the great scheme of life but it means so much in the moment!
You are right on. And I am so glad you both were able to get some rest! God is amazing. :)
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