I’ve been wanting to write this post for weeks now, but I just don’t feel like I have the right words to say what I mean. Regardless I’m just going to plow ahead and hope that it comes out in an understandable way. 🙂
Now that we have our two little miracles home and healthy it’s hard to remember the terror of that night 8 weeks ago when Stu and I pulled away from our house en route to the hospital. I knew then that the girls were on the way, but didn’t know how it would all play out. I was trying to keep it together on the outside, but inside I was completely terrified. Not for me, but for our littlest ones who would be joining the world too soon.
All I could do at that point was pray. I desperately wanted others to be holding us up in prayer too, but it was 4 in the morning! I texted my closest friend, because I knew she wouldn’t mind if it did wake her up, and at 5am I called my Dad. Then when I was able I posted a status to my facebook friends asking for prayers for our peaches as well.
Through the whole adventure of the ambulance rides and plane trip, I spent most of it praying. I’m ashamed to say that my own prayer life is no where close to what it should be. But I’m so glad that my God doesn’t hold that against me, and that He is so willing to listen even if I have not been faithful to talk to Him!
The next few days at the hospital and through the delivery and first ‘touchy’ moments with our girls I experienced the buoying effects of prayer like I have NEVER known before in my life! That first day in the hospital, after the relief of knowing we were in good hands with the staff and facilities there, I was able to check in to cyber-land and was completely blown away with the messages, comments and e-mails that I was getting from people who were specifically praying for us!! There were whole churches full of people that I will never know personally that were praying for us and our babies! People all over the country were coming together in prayer and lifting us up! It was amazing!
My perspective on prayer has been completely changed through this experience. There have been times when people I know, or have heard of needed prayers, and even while I would pray for them a little part of me would wonder, “what difference does it really make?” and I know that’s wrong thinking, but now I know just how wrong it is, because I have been on the receiving end of all of those individual prayers. I honestly can not put into words the effect it had on my own spirit. I know that God was working in the situation. And I know now that he was using you, and you, and you and YOU! All of you who were praying for me were part of God’s plan. I’m humbled to be the one who was able to catch a tiny glimpse of the power of prayer. And even if the whole situation happened just to show me a little more of how God works through the prayers of his people, then it was worth every minute of those six and a half weeks!
I’ve now committed to praying for other people’s needs more. Some people may think that with 2 infants and 3 littles I “don’t have time” to pray for a need that they may have. But I can get a lot of praying done while I’m up at 2am feeding/rocking babies, and I’ve dedicated that time specifically to pray. So please let me know how I can pray for you!! I want to bless people the way that I have been blessed! There really is such power in prayer!!
I love this song. It’s a recent one that I’ve heard several times, and it really is good.
“I was made to come to You.” “Even if it’s just to speak Your name!”