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Wednesday, February 29, 2012


"(3)  Count on God to come through.  One of the promises I clung to while sitting in the darkness of depression was Psalm 107:13-14. “Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, and he saved them from their distress. He brought them out of darkness and the deepest gloom and broke away their chains.” The Psalmist promises that when you cry out to God, He will:

            'lift you up out of the slimy pit'

·          'set your feet on a rock'

·          'give you a new place to stand'

·          'put a new song in your heart'

·          'use your pit so that others will see and trust God'.

God is drawn to broken people. Psalm 40:1 says 'He turned to me.' Notice it does not say David turned to God. Honestly, I doubt David had the strength to turn to God – so God turned to him. God heard the cry of David, and He will hear yours. I was angry at God but He never turned away from me. Instead, He surrounded me with His love and compassion and as Psalm 56:8 promises, He knew every tear I cried. 'You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book.'  You can count on God to come through.

(4) Be patient. ‘I waited patiently for the Lord.’ The word ‘patiently’ means ‘without tiring and with perseverance.’ To come out of the darkness takes time and requires patience. It took me many years to hit rock bottom. It took me two years to climb out of that pit and I am still climbing. Yes, I still battle depression from time to time. I have asked God to deliver me, but He has said ‘no.’ Do you know what my name, Mary, means -- bitter, but when broken, sweet. Depression keeps me broken and anything that makes me cry out to God can be counted as a blessing. When we come to the end of ourselves, God begins.   

            The story is told of a little boy who was walking home when he spotted a caterpillar struggling to get out of its cocoon. Feeling sorry for the helpless creature, the little boy ran home, grabbed a pair of scissors and ran back to cut the caterpillar free. He watched it spread its wings and try to fly, only to discover that it couldn’t. It is in the struggle out of the darkness of the cocoon that the butterfly’s wings gain enough strength to fly. Be patient.  I don’t know if you are in a pit and need help or if someone you love is in that pit and you need to help them. One thing I do know is that the purpose of the pit is to purify then restore. Right now, surrender the broken pieces of your life to God and watch as he brings you out of the dark. Do not quit!  Do not give up! God is at work in your life.

             “And I am sure that God who began the good work within you will keep right on helping you grow in his grace until his task within you is finally finished on that day when Jesus Christ returns.”   (Philippians 1:6)

Let’s Pray

            Father God, my heart is filled with chaos and confusion. I feel as if I am drowning in my circumstances, my heart filled with fear and confusion. I need the strength and peace that only You can give. Right now, I choose to rest in You.

            In Jesus’ name,

Mary Southerland on  (1/12//12)     Tomorrow’s post:


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

CHRIST NEEDS A HUMAN: Prayer Note # 17

     “We must ask for the release and application of these things,{what all Christ accomplished at the cross}. So let me offer the following as a biblical definition of intercessory prayer: Intercessory prayer is an extension of the ministry of Jesus through His body, the Church, whereby we mediate between God and humanity for the purpose of enforcing the victory of Calvary.”

     Christ needs a human on the earth to represent Himself through just as the Father did. The Father’s human was Jesus; Jesus’ humans are us, the church. He said, Father has sent Me, I also send you’ (John 20:21)… Sent ones have authority, as long as they represent the sender…The setting of conditions and the ability to carry out or enforce them is all the responsibility of the sender, not the sent one.

     Jesus was a sent one. That is why He had authority. He received it from the Father who sent Him….The result of this arrangement was that, in essence, He wasn’t doing the works, but the Father who sent Him (see John 24:10). The same is true with us. Our authority comes from being sent ones, representing Jesus. As long as we function in that capacity, we function in Christ’s authority. And, in essence, we’re not really doing the works, He is.

Prayer Note # 17CHRIST NEEDS A HUMAN- Taken from Dutch Sheets’ book, Intercessory Prayer   (pgs 41, 42)

“What a huge harvest! And how few the harvest hands. So on your knees; ask the God of the Harvest to send harvest hands.” (Luke 10:2  MSG)

Next Prayer Note March 1stTHE HEAVENLY PATTERN   Tomorrow’s post:

COMING OUT OF THE DARK  PART 3 by Mary Southerland

Monday, February 27, 2012


“I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name.”  (Isaiah 45:3)

Mary Southerland on                          

            Children are wonderfully different. When our son, Jered, was nine months old, he began to pull up on every piece of furniture he could find. For weeks, he maneuvered his way around our home until the day he took his first step alone. It was a step of inches, but we celebrated as if he had completed a marathon. On the other hand, our daughter, Danna, had a different plan. She never pulled up on a piece of furniture and never took “a” step. When she was ten months old, Danna stood up, looked around and trotted across the room. Jered and Danna both walk extremely well today as young adults, but they both began with tiny steps and in their own way.

            Nobody gets depressed overnight and nobody overcomes depression overnight. The journey out of the pit is a process of steps uniquely planned by your Father. Let’s look at some of the steps we must take in order to find our way out of the dark.

            (1)  Wait.  The psalmist simply says, ’I waited.’ Waiting is not passive. Waiting is a time of preparation, a time of rest and healing, a time when God covers us with the shadow of His wing. To wait means to accept the pit.

            Isaiah 45:3 is a compelling verse. ..Any time the word, LORD is capitalized, it means ‘Father’ or ‘Dearest Daddy.’ This verse indicates that our Father has gone before us and, in every dark moment or painful circumstance, has buried a treasure or stored a secret. The only way we can find the treasure or learn the secret is to pass through that darkness. Some things cannot be learned in the light. The pit of depression has become a hedge of protection in my life, a warning light that something is wrong or out of balance. To wait means to accept the pit, knowing it is for our good. To wait means to admit there is a problem.  Isaiah 40:29  ‘He gives power to the tired and worn out, and strength to the weak.’   

We must be willing to admit we are struggling, but pride often prevents us from doing so. Emotional health begins at the point of emotional integrity, being willing to say “I need help!” and being honest with ourselves and with others. When clinical depression first overwhelmed my life, my husband, Dan, was the pastor of a large, fast-growing church in South Florida. We could choose to be transparent and real or we could sweep my struggle under the rug. We concluded that to be right, we had to be real. Dan and I shared my battle with the staff, the deacons and then with the entire church.  Yes, we took a risk but learned an important lesson in doing so. A shared load is a lighter load because we were created to need each other.

            To wait means to be still. ‘I waited.’ To wait means to hope in and look for someone or something who will rescue us.

            So much about God can never be known on the run. We can get so wrapped up in everyday life that we fail to be wrapped up in Him. The busier we are, the more stillness and rest we need. During those two years in the pit, I not only gave up every role of leadership in church, I could not even attend church at times because of panic attacks. The Father taught me an important truth. He is more concerned with who I am than what I do.

(2) Cry out for help.  Psalm 40:1 “I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry.”

People struggling with depression often look for help in the wrong places. Let me share with you some of the right places. God, Your Father stands waiting to hear your voice; and when you cry out to Him, He comes running – through His Word, through prayer and through His people. There was a terrible storm and the little girl was afraid. When she cried out in fear, her father came running down the hall, into the bedroom and scooped her up in his arms as he said, ‘Honey, God will take care of you.’ The tearful child replied, ‘I know God loves me and will take care of me but right now, I need somebody with skin on.’ If you cry out to God, He will come to you in some way.

Doctors and counselors. Proverbs 15:22 gives us an important truth when it says, Plans go wrong with too few counselors; many counselors bring success.’  I encourage anyone experiencing depression to get a physical because depression is often rooted in a physical problem, requiring medication. The medication does not eliminate the depression but simply levels the playing field so whatever is triggering the depression can be addressed. Christian counselors are a gift from God. He knew we would need them.

Others. 1 Thessalonians 5:11 instructs us to ‘encourage each other and give each other strength.’ I would never have survived the pit of clinical depression without the help and encouragement of family and friends. Members of our church brought meals, cleaned house and helped take care of our kids.  The deacons were guardian angels at church and other women took my place in leadership. I would still be in that pit if it were not for these people who helped rescue me. Has it affected their opinion of me? Yes! It has shown them that I am just like them and has given them permission to face their own weaknesses. You may be thinking, ‘I have no one in my life that will help me.’ If you cry out to God, He will bring you help.”   (More in another post: Part 3 of Coming Out of the Dark 1/29/12 Tomorrow’s post:

CHRIST NEEDS A HUMAN: Prayer Note # 17

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Sunday, February 26, 2012


‘I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD.”   (Psalm 40:1-3, NIV)

By Mary Southerland  on  (1/10/12)

          “Florida is famous for its sinkholes. I personally find them fascinating since I grew up in Texas where most holes are made intentionally. As I studied these overnight wonders, an interesting explanation emerged. Scientists assert that sinkholes occur when the underground resources gradually dry up, causing the surface soil to lose its underlying support. Everything simply caves in -- forming an ugly pit.

          Depression and sinkholes have a lot in common. Depression seems to overwhelm with a vicious suddenness when it is actually the result of a malignant and constant process. Inner resources are slowly depleted until one day there is nothing left. The world caves in and darkness reigns.

          Depression is America's number one health problem. Someone once called it 'a dark tunnel without a ray of light' while cartoonists portray it as a 'little black cloud hovering overhead."' I have a friend who says, 'Some days you're the bug. Some days you're the windshield.' Many believe depression is simply a spiritual problem while others insist it is an emotional and physical disorder. I think they are all right. Studies indicate that over half of all women and one out of three men struggle with depression on a regular basis. Because no one is immune to the darkness, we must learn to face it honestly, with emotional integrity.

          That moment came for me in the spring of 1995 when I realized that something was drastically wrong. I was empty and completely exhausted. It seemed as if I had been living in the fast and furious lane forever. Overwhelmed, I mentally listed the demands on my life:

          Serving as pastor's wife in a large and fast-growing church
          Raising two young children
          Maintaining a hectic speaking schedule
          Directing the Women's Ministry of our church
          Teaching a weekly and monthly Bible study
          Counseling women in crisis
          Playing the piano for three worship services
          Teaching twenty piano and voice students

          No wonder I was struggling. I was just plain tired. Being a perfectionist, I had always been very strong, driven to excel with little sympathy for weak people. Now I, the strong one, couldn't get out of bed. Getting dressed by the time my children returned from school meant it was a good day. The simplest decisions sent me into a panic and the thought of facing crowds was overwhelming. Many times, I walked to the front door of the church but couldn't go in. I felt guilty missing services but couldn't handle the sympathetic looks and questioning stares as I stood, weeping uncontrollably. I was paralyzed, imprisoned in a bottomless pit where loneliness and despair reigned, wreaking emotional havoc from their throne of darkness. I had no idea how I had gotten there and what was even more frightening was the fact that I had no idea how to escape. I did the only thing I could do. I cried out to God.

          "I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry.  He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand." (Psalm 40:1-2, NIV)

          With that single heart cry, my journey from darkness into light began. The first step was to recognize the factors that can trigger depression; a lack of replenishing relationships, various chemical imbalances, and a poor self-image, just to name a few. One of the most common and deadly factors is failure to deal with the past. The 'mire' mentioned in Psalm 40:2 means 'sediment at the bottom.' When our children were small, we frequented the beach. Wading out into the ocean, they took turns pushing a beach ball under the water and counting to see who could hold the ball down for the longest time. Eventually their arms would tire, or the ball would escape their control, popping to the surface. The 'mire' in our lives is like that beach ball. The 'sediment' or 'junk' that we have never dealt with settles at the bottom of our souls, randomly popping up until we run out of energy to keep it submerged. Eventually, this mire works its way to the surface, spilling ugliness and darkness into every part of life.

          ‘Mire’ comes in all shapes and sizes -- buried pain, unresolved anger, hidden sin or a devastating loss. I had never really dealt with my mother's death or faced some very painful parts of my past. As I looked back over my life, a startling realization came -- I had painted a picture in my heart and mind of how I wanted my childhood to be, not how it really was. I had spent my whole life running from the past by filling the present with frenzied activity. In the following weeks and months, the Lord and I sifted through the enormous pile of "mire" that had settled into my spirit and life. Together we faced experiences that I had carefully locked away until they slammed into my heart and mind with breathtaking force and fresh pain; an alcoholic father, the trusted family doctor who molested me, times of loneliness and rejection, haunting failures, unreasonable fears that were never spoken. It seemed as if the flood of polluted memories would never end!

          But God is good -- providing a defense mechanism for those experiences that are beyond our ability to face. He gently tucks them away until we are ready. When we bury pain alive, it keeps popping up at unexpected moments. Pain must be dealt with and buried ... dead! Freedom from the pit of darkness demands a confrontation of our past, straining every experience through the truth that 'all' things work together for our good. The will of God admits no defeat and penalizes no one. We can allow our past to defeat us or empower us. Harnessing the power of the past is a compelling weapon in the war against darkness.

Let’s Pray

            Father, I am so tired and so afraid of the darkness in my life. Right now, I cry out to You. Please help me deal with the mud and mire in my past. Heal my heart and soul and mind. I want to trust You, Lord. I am no longer willing to be a prisoner of my past. Show me the sins I need to confess and turn away from. Heal the wounds that have hurt for so long. I lay my past at Your feet and ask You to make it a cornerstone for the new life I can have in You. I choose to believe You will work it all together for Your glory and my good.

            In Jesus’ name,

“Hear my cry, O God’ Attend to my prayer. From the end of the earth I will cry to You, When my heart is overwhelmed; Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.”  (Ps. 61:1, 2 NKJV)   Tomorrow’s post:

 COMING OUT OF THE DARK PART 2 by Mary Southerland

Saturday, February 25, 2012


 “Cease striving and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10 NASB)

Sharon Jaynes on  (1/11/12) 

“Friend to Friend

            Could it be that we have made our relationship with God far too difficult? We strive so hard to draw closer to the heart of God. And all the while, God’s outstretched hand is reaching to draw us in. Psalm 46:10 reads, “cease striving and know that I am God” (NASB).

Cease striving.

            For over a half of a century, I had been striving, pursuing, and seeking God. And like a cat chasing her tail, I had been going in circles. Circling in the wilderness with the Israelites, if you will. Saved from slavery, for sure. Headed to my own personal Promised Land, hopefully. But somehow stuck in the wilderness wandering, ever circling but not quite reaching Jordan’s shore.

            And I am not alone. Statistics show that one of the top desires of Christians is to grow closer to God. During a recent poll, sixty-five percent said they were declining or on a plateau in their spiritual growth. On the other hand, Peter wrote: “His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness” (2 Peter 1:3). We have everything we need to experience the ever growing, continually maturing, abundant life, so why aren’t we? Why are most of us languishing on the desert plateaus of mediocrity and complacency? Why are most of us satisfied munching on the predigested truths of teachers rather than pulling up to the banquet table and feasting with God at a table set for two?

“God, what do you really want from me?”

             I’ve pondered that question since the genesis of my relationship with Christ. Perhaps you have too. When you boil down all the water from the diluted soup of questions men and women have simmered in their heart through the centuries, this is the one question left in the pot. And somehow, we feel that if we could answer that one question, we would discover why that glory ache persists and how to satisfy our yearning.

            I had asked the question a thousand times, but one frosty January morning, I got quiet enough to listen. And then, in the stillness, He showed me that I and my busy sisters have been asking the wrong question.

            Rather than ask God what He wants from us, we need to ask Him what He wants for us.

            I meditated on Acts 17:28 ['For in Him we live and move and have out being...'] throughout the following year after the day God whetted my appetite with the possibilities wrapped up in those eight little words. I came to realize that what He wants for us is to sense His presence, experience His love, and delight in intimate relationship as we live and move and have our being in sacred union with Him. And when we do, He opens our eyes to His glory all around and the ache for something more is soothed.

Let’s Pray

            God, what do you want for me today? Open my eyes to see and ears to hear. Show me glimpses of Your presence as I live and move and have my being in you. And help me not to miss it!
            In Jesus’ Name,

(Bold is Jean’s emphasis)

“The steps of a [good] man are directed and established by the Lord when He delights in his way [and He busies Himself with his every step]. Though he falls, he shall not be utterly cast down, for the LORD grasps his hand in support and upholds him. I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the [uncompromisingly] righteous forsaken, or their seed begging bread. All day long they are merciful, and graciously; they lend, and their offspring are blessed.”  (Ps. 37:23-26 Amp.)   Tomorrow's post:

COMING OUT OF THE DARK PART 1  by Mary Southerland

Thursday, February 23, 2012


     “When I say our prayers of intercession are an extension of His work of intercession, the difference is in distributing versus producing. Our calling and function is not to replace God, but to release Him. It liberates us from intimidation and emboldens us to know that:

·        The Producer simply wants to distribute through us.

·        The Intercessor wants to intercede through us.

·        The Mediator wants to mediate through us.

·        The Representative wants to represent through us.

·        The Go-between wants to go between through us.

·        The Victor wants His victory enforced through us.

·        The Minister of reconciliation has given to us the ministry

        of reconciliation (see 2 Cor. 5:18, 19). We now rep-

        resent Him in His representation ministry. God continues

                           to incarnate His redemptive purposes in human lives.”

     We don’t deliver anyone, we don’t reconcile anyone to God, we don’t defeat the enemy. The work is already done. Reconciliation is complete. Deliverance and victory are complete. Salvation is complete. Intercession is complete! Finished! Done! WOW! What a relief. and yet….”

Prayer Note # 16 DISTRIBUTORS FOR GOD - taken from Dutch Sheets’ book, Intercessory Prayer   (pgs 40, 41)

“For it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure.”  (Phil. 2:13 NKJV)

Next Prayer Note Feb. 28thCHRIST NEEDS A HUMAN  Tomorrow’s  post:  

Jesus Our Intimate Friend by  Dr. Charles Stanley

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


     “If you want an easy A, take Ceramics 101. Or that was the standard joke on campus. All you had to do was show up in class. Pure and simple.  ‘I can do that! I thought, draped over the tattered arm of the dormitory couch, munching on carrot sticks and studying the next semester’s syllabus.

     On the first day of class, we craftsman wannabes watched in awe as the instructor flung a slimy gray hunk of clay onto her well-worn potter’s wheel. Her feet masterfully went back and forth, spinning the wheel as her hands traveled gracefully upward, her fingers caressing the clay, her thumbs busily forming a center opening, her shoulders swaying to the rhythm of the wheel – virtually a magnum opus unfolding before our very eyes. Then, voila! An amazing transformation: that gooey blob had become a tall, stately ‘vahz.’ I could not bring myself to call it a vase, it was that stunning.

     ‘ Wow! I can do that!’ I declared. Moments later, I stared intently at my own slimy gray blob, which had been plopped unceremoniously onto my very own potter’s wheel. It seemed to stare back, as if to say, ‘Go ahead. Make my day.’ I patted my hunk-of-clay-with-an-attitude gingerly, hoping we could be friends. Then I threw it firmly onto the center as the instructor had done and started the wheel in motion. round and round it turned, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

     As it gained momentum, a funny thing happened. My hands, cupped around the blob like a miser around his pieces of gold, began to vibrate. Then my elbows joined in, then my shoulders. Before I knew it my whole upper torso was in convulsions as my work of art flew off the wheel, soured through the air like a runaway bagel, and landed – splat! – across the room. My further attempts yielded similar results. I was sure other students began to secretly wager where my next flying object would touch down. Every class period was the same: whomp…whirr…whe-e-e-e!

     My grade! Well, it was not the coveted A I had sought. ‘Why?’ you ask. ‘What’s so tough about shaping clay on a spinning wheel?’ That’s just it! It was the clay. And the wheel. And the spinning. All three.

     Years later, I came upon a bible passage in Jeremiah 18 about the potter and the clay and made a startling discovery: I’m somewhat like that slump of clay – gray, mediocre, unwieldy. Yet, in the strong, skilled hands of the Master Potter? Well, I found that I have – we all have – the potential of becoming a vessel for his use and glory.

     How does he do it? ah, there’s the rug. The Bible declares that the ‘wheel’ of adversity is one of God’s finest tools for molding us into his image. And the ‘kiln’ of affliction is its accomplice. So, when I find myself on his wheel, I’m learning to ask myself some humbling questions:

            Am I moldable? Am I willing to yield to his designer plans for me?

            Can I endure the fiery furnace as a crucial part of the process?

            Do I trust him to make me into a vessel – valuable masterpiece – for his use?

     I want to live in such a way that when the end comes, I will look back and see a life spent eagerly perched on god’s wheel, willingly submitting to his transforming touch, patiently enduring the fiery trials of the kiln…then joyously fulfilling his purpose for me, for his glory.

     We all marveled at our ceramics teacher’s ability to take a blob and made a ‘vahz.’ How much more do I marvel at our Master Craftsman – amazed, not that he can but that he desires to make a masterpiece of us.

He chooses to take us ordinary clumps of clay- unsightly, unusable, unworthy – do his miracle work in us, and put us to use. an ordinary person in the creative hands of an extraordinary Designer- who can imagine the potential!

    ‘ Lord, I think of those times when I, too, stubbornly catapulted myself into parts unknown and landed – splat! – in the most unlikely places at the most inopportune times, and you patiently picked me up, dusted me off, and set me lovingly back onto your wheel…and, well, I just want to say…thanks’.” by Sandra Glahn

Portions taken from CERAMICS 101: PERCHED ON THE MASTER POTTER’S WHEEL, found in Life Savors, Savory Stories to Inspire Your Soul, pgs. 69 – 72, published by Tyndale House Publishers, Ind., Carol Stream, Ill.

“But now, O LORD, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.”  (Is. 64:8 NKJV)  Tomorrow’s post: DISTRIBUTOR FOR GOD: Prayer Note # 16

Tuesday, February 21, 2012


 “Jesus isn’t praying for us; He is interceding for us so we can pray. This is what is meant by asking ‘in His name.’ 

Basically, humanity needed two things after the Fall. The needed someone to ’go between’ themselves and God to reconcile themselves to God’ they also needed someone to ‘go between’ themselves and Satan to separate themselves from him.

One was uniting, the other a disuniting. One reestablished headship, the other broke headship. It was a two-fold work of intercession.

    We needed both. Jesus did both. As the intercessor-mediator, He went between God and humanity, reconciling us to the Father; and between Satan and humanity, breaking Satan’s hold. 

This was the redemptive work of intercession and it is complete… This revelation is critical. It means our prayers of intercession are always and only an extension of His work of intercession. 

God won’t honor any intercession except Christ’s, and also because this understanding will make our prayers of intercession infinitely more powerful.”

Prayer Note # 15 JESUS ISN’T PRAYING FOR US, HE IS INTERCEDING - taken from Dutch Sheets’ book, Intercessory Prayer  (pgs 39, 40)

“Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us.”  (Ro. 8:34 NKJV)

Next Prayer Note Feb. 23rd -   DISTRIBUTORS FOR GOD  

 Tomorrow’s post:  PERCHED ON THE MASTER POTTER’S WHEEL  by Sandra Glahn  

Monday, February 20, 2012


     “I pulled back the curtain to take a peek at the weather. Just then a flash of lightning exploded in the sky.

     Rain pounded against the glass and a boom of thunder made me shudder. ‘Worried about Eric?’ my husband, Bob, asked.

     Of course I was worried about Eric!! Ever sense our son had taken a job as a salesman I’d worried about him traveling. Tonight he’d be driving 150 miles to get home in this storm. So many things could go wrong on the road. I prayed for him every day, and I liked knowing other people were praying too, like Eric’s brother and sister. Even my three-year-old grandson. Parker prayed for everyone in the family. He asked God to bless Bob and me, for his uncle to have a good day, for his mommy to make his favorite thing for dinner. Parker wasn’t old enough to understand the dangers Eric might face, but every prayer helped.

     The phone rang and I ran to answer it. It was Eric. He spoke haltingly, as if he’d had a terrible scare. ‘Mom, my car’s been hit by lightning.’ ‘Are you all right?’ ‘I called 911.’ Eric said. ‘They told me not to touch anything. An officer just pulled up. I have to go.’

     Bob and I found out which hospital Eric was being taken to and rushed there. He was alert and seemed fine. ‘Lightning flashed across the windshield and hood of my car,’ he said. ‘The hair on my arms stood up and I felt an electrical surge go through my body. With a boom of thunder the engine died and power steering locked the wheel to the right. I skidded off the highway. Even after I came to a stop, electrical sparks bounced all over the hood…’

     ‘Your son is fortunate,’ the doctor said. ’He must have someone looking out for him.’

      I got home that night and immediately called my daughter, Lori. ‘It’s like Parker’s prayers,’ she said. ‘For the last two months parker has prayed the same prayer for Eric every night. When I tried to get him to say something different, he was adamant. Every night it’s these exact words: ‘God, keep Uncle Eric safe.’ Eric still travels, and I still worry (I’m his mom, after all). But I know God hears our prayers. Eric has someone looking out for him, all right—just ask Parker.”  Lenore Else  North Mankato, Minn.

Taken from What Prayer Can Do in Jan ’12 Guideposts (pg 63)

“We need to be reminded that God’s comfort and healing come through prayer.”

“..The prayer of a person living right with God is something powerful to be reckoned with.”  (James 5:16b MSG)   Tomorrow’s post: JESUS ISN’T PRAYING FOR US: HE’S INTERCEDING: PRAYER NOTE # 15