Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed and weak within me [wrapped in darkness];
My heart grows numb within me.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all that You have done; I ponder the work of Your hands.
(Psalm 143:4-5 AMP)
The kids and I started a new tradition on Easter a few years back. Instead of eggs and Easter baskets, we have a treasure hunt that begins with a communion station (juice and homemade resurrection rolls) and moves on to seven stations that discuss the things that Jesus changed for us by His obedience to the cross and blessed resurrection. One of the stations is a “Patient Endurance/Perseverance” station. We discuss how Christians will suffer persecutions and trials in life and the gift that I include with that hunt is something that helps us in those times of difficulty: a journal to write down blessings, miracles, or precious moments/words from God or something that helps them to praise. One year, I got them CDs with their favorite praise music. Another year, we bought a keyboard so they could learn how to play and praise on their own. That was the year before everything hit with Bill. Abigail and I are now only beginning to learn how to play.
The main point is that when we face these trials, remembering what God has done in the past can help us to press forward and hold onto Him faithfully. So by the Holy Spirit’s leading, I’m stepping out in that same attitude with “Flashback Fridays” and I hope to be consistent in posting weekly.
This week, I have been remembering a woman I prayed with a few years ago. I was walking out of the post office and saw a woman standing in the self post line with the machine. I felt deep in my spirit, “Pray for her.” It stopped me in my tracks for a moment, but then I talked myself out of it. Now, I have often stepped out and prayed for strangers at the Lord’s leading and it is always beautiful, but I have to admit that it is generally never easy for me to just walk up to someone I don’t know and ask them if I can pray. It feels awkward. But, God didn’t call us to comfortable. He called us to live and love outside of the box. I don’t always follow, but I pray that I do more consistently.
This particular time I was still very stirred as I was walking to my car, so I asked God to give me another opportunity if He really wanted me to pray with her. I was pulling my car around and out and, as I looked to my left, there she was walking up to her car staring directly at me. I stopped, rolled my window down, and told her I really felt led to pray with her. “Would that be okay?” She smiled and nodded. I pulled around to park again and when I came up, she was already noticeably touched. I asked her what I could pray about and she pointed to a sticker on the back of her car. It was a name with dates of birth and death. Her husband had died just a few months ago and she was getting ready to celebrate the holidays without him for the first time. We prayed and I felt the Father’s heart for His beautiful daughter so much that day.
I have been remembering that moment much this last week as I have struggled with sadness of missing Bill. My Father loves me that much, too. He knows the grief and the loss we are facing and He cares. He may not bring a stranger to me to show it, but Him bringing me to one is keeping me in His comforting arms this week.