Feb 052016

but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.  Isaiah 40:31

(Love) it always hopes…1 Corinthians 13:7b

God is faithful.  Always.  In the character of who He is.  And in the action of answering prayer.  This particular answered prayer was unique.  It not only stretched me more out of my comfort zone than I had been stretched up to this point, it has initiated and defined what I believe the Lord has called me to for this year of 2016.

I had mentioned in an earlier post about someone God had laid on my heart to pray for over this past Christmas season.  She was practically a stranger, who I had only met briefly at my husband’s work function.  I had heard through the grapevine that she had a sickness which she had been struggling with for years.  The disease meant complete fatigue the majority of the day and normal, everyday tasks felt to her like she just completed a marathon.  My thought was that I would get her email and send her an encouraging note saying I was praying for her.  But as the Lord continued to bring her to my mind to pray, I felt more and more sure I was to go visit her and pray with her.  And with the nail in the coffin comfirmation of our church “gift card for someone God lays on your heart to give to”, I knew there was only one option.  So, I got her email and asked if I could come over and pray with her sometime.  Thinking I could get a, “Well that’s weird we don’t even really know you”, response, I was pleasantly happy with, “My eyes welled up with tears with this email.”

We played email tag for weeks trying to get a day/time that would work.  I got a little frustrated and had a conversation with God about it.  “I thought Christmas would be the time she would need to be encouraged.  Or even Jan 1 at the very start of the new year.  What is the deal Lord?  I thought this was a priority to you?”  I know the Lord loves my times I make Him aware of the timing on things.  Or how circumstances aren’t as they “should be”.  I mean, I recognize He is the creator of the universe but really, I do have to keep Him in line/take control every now and then.  The Lord quieted my “go, go, go, do, do, do” spirit with a, “I am in control.  My timing is perfect” speech.  He uses this speech a lot with me and wouldn’t you know, it works every time.  I gave this prayer time back to Him.  Soon, a date and time was set.  But I have to admit.  I was real nervous.

Stepping out in faith to respond to what you believe God is calling you to do always involves faith.  Funny thing right?  We aren’t able to see exactly how things are going to turn out.  We don’t have all the “why” questions answered.  It doesn’t feel solid and sure.  It is uncomfortable and a stretch in usually more ways than one.  And this was one of those times.  I was connecting with practically a stranger.  Asking to go to their home.  And going to pray, not knowing why or exactly what to pray.  This sounds like a recipe for humiliation cupcakes.

But when I get that “peace that surpasses all understanding” and for me, the quickening of my heart and mind to an idea/action which is completely not my own, I do my best to throw all “logic” to the wind and act on it.  In faith.  Knowing the One who gave the idea/action is faithful.  Welcome to crazy adventure town when following Jesus.

I asked my prayer warrior sister in law if she would come along to pray also.  She was up for the ride.  We went, we prayed, we cried, we thrived.  All because God had a pot of love a cookin’ for not only the one receiving the prayer, but also the ones saying it.  Below are a few mini miracles which happened on this rainy Tuesday night.  These are my hurting Sister in Christ’s words:

The gift card  given to me was kind of a message from God. I don’t have the ability to earn an income, so when I’m given money for various reasons; Birthday, Christmas etc, I hold onto that money tightly. But one night my mom and I were out shopping and I had been debating whether or not I should get a certain person a gift. Then I thought God says he’ll always provide and holding on tightly to money is bad idea, so I felt compelled to get the gift even though for me it was a little expensive. Then guess what? Gift card to the same place I had bought the gift 🙂
Also, when Jillian was praying for me, she started to cry, and then I knew she understood. I didn’t even realize I had been in such want of someone recognizing my pain and battle until that moment. It was so comforting to be with someone who understood, to not have to wonder if they believed me and be able to put my guard down. I know God put that understanding in her heart because the only other person who sees me that well is my mom. When she prayed, it was like she was reading the walls of my heart. She prayed that one day I could run and dance through a field, free and unweary. This really got to me because I desire that specifically in my heart. And actually drew a picture of myself running through a field about a year ago now.

So what a start to the New Year.  I believe this year God is calling me to a year of restoring hope to the hopeless through the power of prayer.  Hope in prayer.  Prayers in Hope.  And wouldn’t you know what this above Sister in Christ is named?  You guessed it-Hope.  A prayer for Hope/hope changes a heart.  Glory to God!



© 2012 Standing on Peace

Jan 292016

Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble.  1 Peter 3:8

Therefore if there is any encouragement in Christ, if there is any consolation of love, if there is any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and compassion, make my joy complete by being of the same mind (also translated “being like-minded”), maintaining the same love, united in spirit, intent on one purpose. Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves; Philippians 2:1-4

If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!  Matthew 7:11

It was the first.  Time.  Going it alone.  It was almost like the movie, “Three men and a baby”, except minus the three men and insert “two girls, a mom” (which equals “Two girls, a mom, and a baby” if you haven’t had your coffee yet this morning).  I have heard the horror stories of going from 2 to 3 kids-“you have to switch from one on one to zone defense”, or, “now no one wants to have you over for dinner”, or, “having no time for yourself becomes the norm”, or, “now you have to divide your brain to multitask three ways, which is almost impossible” and many more.  And they are all true.  (A sincerely, heart felt hats off to mothers with more than 3 children.  Seriously.  You are my hero’s.  And I need your autograph.)

My oldest’s lunch was packed the night before to allow more time to get everyone ready for school in the morning.  Check.  The well laid out plan of attack had circled my mind over the past week as I anticipated this day-“If I get up at 6:45am I should be able to start laundry for the day, then start bowling water for oatmeal while I turn on the fire and read my Bible.  While oatmeal is going, I can run upstairs and make sure the girls outfits for the day don’t look like we are dressing for “Mismatch/backwards Day” and call out reminders for teeth brushing and bed making.  The baby “Should” sleep all the while.  During breakfast I will nurse the baby and then put her in the carseat (trying not to forget the needed binki).  And myself getting ready for the day-well, that was the part that had to be alleviated.  Sweats, sweatshirt, cozy boots, and ponytail was my new mantra.

The morning went off just as I anticipated, except for the minoot fact that my house looked like I was getting ready for a garage sale. (I guess the cleaning up part comes at some other point.)  Oh and the aftermath was a doozie as well-  I was afraid someone might talk to me and I would have to answer and if it was possible to have a word be your best friend, mine would have been “massage”.  Thankfully I had made plans to be with close friends.  Who don’t judge by outward appearance.

Our friend time together wasn’t necessarily what I was anticipating, but it was much, much better.  Instead of mustering up what I would need to repeat the morning I had for the next day, I got to muster up hope.  The word “hope” was in order for my friend.  Her daughter had been having night terrors for the past couple weeks.  For my friend, this meant getting up 20 times in the night.  No more solutions in play.  An an inability to find compassion and understanding.  Tears of tiredness, guilt of a mother, and toiled up past childhood memories of pain.  Ultimately, hope had vanished from the scene.

I thought about my morning, but it quickly left my mind as I was drawn into love expressed by affectionate compassion (like in the above scriptures), and hope for my weary, tear stained friend.  I thought about the scripture, “Love always hopes”.  And was humbled by that mornings mission to do just that.  My other friend was “of the same mind” (like in the above scriptures).  And we spent our morning listening.  Praying for a miracle to occur in hearts, minds, and sleep patterns.  And putting all our hope in Jesus.  My discouraged friend is usually the one ministering to others and had a hard time receiving our love.  She found multiple phrases to express this, “I so shouldn’t have come this morning.  I am so sorry guys.  Seriously, this is a bummer, you don’t have to keep listening to this.  Let’s talk about something else.”  But we two who had gathered with our three didn’t comply.  But were expectant for our God to meet us and answer our plea for Him to do a mighty work.  And I am so glad we did.

The next morning, I missed a call from my friend we had hoped and prayed for.  With crazy schedules over the next couple days I wasn’t able to connect, but I wondered how her night, which had typically been too many wake ups to count, had been.  I saw my other prayer warrior friend at a coffee date a couple days later and she said, “Did you hear about the night terrors?”  I said, “No, I missed a phone call from her and haven’t been able to reach her yet.”  My friend said, “For the past 3 nights her daughter has not woken up ONCE with a night terror!!!”  Wow.  Praise God.  It was a miracle.  It was a brilliant display of Christ’s body coming together in one mind-answered prayer -God’s faithfulness-love always hopes-and a good gift given by the Father to His child.  Oh-Amen Jesus!



© 2012 Standing on Peace