On my knees

In the middle of the night, I thought of a woman I had met at one of the Grief Share classes at my church. It was one of those moments when you become wide awake with thoughts that fill every part of your mind. I don’t know what was going on in her life at that moment, but I knew I was to pray for her.

I began praying while lying in bed and then felt it was to be an “on my knees” kind of prayer that needed to be prayed. You know the type that requires your full attention and no distractions. After the prayer, I was to send a text to her letting her know that she was thought of and prayed for.

Only God knows the whole story of that middle-of-the-night experience, and I know that He is taking care of all the details. But I was reminded that He doesn’t waste a thing. As I went back to bed, I thought of this precious woman’s story of faithfully praying for her abusive husband’s salvation. She never stopped praying until he received the Lord just before he went to meet Him.

I had been wrestling with thoughts of loved ones in my own family who have no understanding of their need for salvation, and I was becoming discouraged by their responses to conversations we’ve had. But this time in prayer for this sweet lady reminded me of God’s faithfulness when we choose to never cease praying.

God had invited me to pray for someone, knowing they would be an encouragement to me. Isn’t it amazing what God will do when we bow before Him.