Prayers Are Powerful!

Prayers are Powerful!

Thank you for praying for my daughter! She was able to do more today then she has been able to do for a while. Please continue to keep her in your prayers.

Over the past 35 years, I have seen the Lord move powerfully through prayer. One time was when I was giving birth to my youngest daughter. The cord was double wrapped around her neck, and I hemorrhaged during delivery. The doctor and nurse were amazing during the whole thing! They were also astounded at the peace that filled the delivery room. The Lord’s presence was so heavy it felt like an invisible cloud. The doctor, who was not a believer, said, “Thank you for letting me deliver your baby! Even with the complications, this birth was the most peaceful birth I have experienced. This is how it should be. Thank you!”

The shot the doctor gave me stopped the bleeding, but I shivered for the next few hours because of the blood loss. I could feel God’s blanket of peace envelope me until the following morning.

When I returned home, my neighbor Cathy, and a couple of other friends who attended my Bible study, came over to see the new baby. Cathy told me that the day before, she had felt an urgency to pray for me and that she had called the other women to pray. One of them had felt the same urgency that Cathy had felt and was already praying when Cathy called her.

Come to find out, they were all praying for me at the exact time when I was delivering my daughter. What an awesome God we serve!

James 5:16 tells us that the prayers of a righteous man avails much. May you and I never underestimate the power of prayer!

May you be abundantly blessed!

Jeannie

Walking

Laura and I worked together. I liked her from the moment I met her. She was dedicated, determined, and cared deeply for the residents living in the facility where we were employed. She was also punctual, which says a lot because she didn’t have a car.

During one of our brief opportunities to chat, I invited Laura to a Bible study I was teaching in my home. Since she worked many double shifts, she didn’t think she would be able to come. But God made a way for her to attend.

During discussion time, Laura let loose. I don’t remember what the topic was, but once she started “sharing” our night took a turn. (Some leaders might have seen it as a turn for the worse, but God knew it was a turn for the best.)

As Laura exploded in expletives, my sweet friends just listened with their hearts. Interlaced in a sea of (f) words was a story of abuse, loss, and pain. No one chastised Laura for being inappropriate, they just loved her, listened, asked questions, and prayed.

After the other women went home, Laura sat down at the table while I cleaned up. I could tell she was thinking. After a bit, she said, “I know you care about me.”

“Yes, Laura, we all love you,” I responded.

“Nobody judged me,” she stated, as she looked me straight in the eye. “Nobody said anything about my cussing.”

That night, Laura and I visited for a while. We talked about God’s unconditional love. We talked about healing, forgiveness, and freedom. We talked about a lot of things. Then I drove her home.

After that night, Laura began to regularly attend our weekly meetings. Since she worked most Sundays, she rarely attended church, but it was obvious that she loved Jesus. In the midst of her daily challenges, Laura would silently pray for people, trust God (even in the hard times), and continually give God credit for anything good in her life.

Laura’s death was a shock to everyone. The last day of Laura’s life seemed like every other day. She had set out walking to work, but this time instead of arriving at the retirement apartments, she entered Heaven’s glory. While she was on her way to work, she suffered a severe asthma attack, passed out, and hit her head. She died instantly from brain trauma. Sweet Laura with a heart of gold is now walking on streets of gold.

Whenever I think about Laura, I think about God’s grace and the brevity and uncertainty of life. We never know while on our way to our daily destinations when we will be rerouted to our final destination.

The night Laura opened up her heart and shared her pain, all of us present had a deeper glimpse into God’s heart and His unconditional love for all mankind—reminding us that there is nothing that we could ever do or say to earn or negate His love for us.

Father God is not shocked, nor repulsed by “colorful” language—or “colorful” stories. He is always there with a listening ear and an open heart—just loving us.

Jesus was always walking beside Laura, but Laura didn’t recognize Him until seven years ago when she took hold of His hand and accepted Him as her Savior. The day Laura took her last walk on this earth she went from seeing Him in part, and just holding His hand, to seeing Him face to face in all His glory!

May you be abundantly blessed!

Jeannie

Corinthians 13:12 “Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely” (NLT).