“And pray in the spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints” – Ephesians 6:18
- That the young man, high on glue, would not disrupt the mother’s day presentation. That Rey would be healed from his cold on a very important weekend. For Elijah’s continual health and protection. That the police would give up their attempt to win a bribe and allow us to continue to church (so that Rey could give the message). That I would find my lost keys.
I pray about little and big things every day. And everyday I see answers – to me, little miracles. The glue sniffer wandered off without stealing any mothers' presents. Rey was healed. Even though Elijah pulled the mosquito net down and wrapped it around his neck, twice, he was unharmed. The police let us go without confiscating our licenses, passports, or our money. I found my keys.
I thought I knew Spanish when I came but I am learning it more thoroughly than ever before. I thought I knew dependence on God when I came but I am learning it more thoroughly than ever before.
In many circumstances I feel powerless here: powerless to stop crime and corruption, powerless to avoid illness and injury. But my God is powerful. And I think as Christians we walk around with the credit card of an astronomically rich man in our pocket, complete with letter authorizing us to use it, but we don’t use it. Perhaps we aren’t sure that we have it or that we are authorized. Or maybe we think we can get by on our own resources.
What adventure and joy in knowing that we cannot get by on our own resources– but that God will supply all of our needs.
- That the young man, high on glue, would not disrupt the mother’s day presentation. That Rey would be healed from his cold on a very important weekend. For Elijah’s continual health and protection. That the police would give up their attempt to win a bribe and allow us to continue to church (so that Rey could give the message). That I would find my lost keys.
I pray about little and big things every day. And everyday I see answers – to me, little miracles. The glue sniffer wandered off without stealing any mothers' presents. Rey was healed. Even though Elijah pulled the mosquito net down and wrapped it around his neck, twice, he was unharmed. The police let us go without confiscating our licenses, passports, or our money. I found my keys.
I thought I knew Spanish when I came but I am learning it more thoroughly than ever before. I thought I knew dependence on God when I came but I am learning it more thoroughly than ever before.
In many circumstances I feel powerless here: powerless to stop crime and corruption, powerless to avoid illness and injury. But my God is powerful. And I think as Christians we walk around with the credit card of an astronomically rich man in our pocket, complete with letter authorizing us to use it, but we don’t use it. Perhaps we aren’t sure that we have it or that we are authorized. Or maybe we think we can get by on our own resources.
What adventure and joy in knowing that we cannot get by on our own resources– but that God will supply all of our needs.
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