I fell asleep praying. I woke up praying and so full of joy and peace it was beyond words. Now here is where the miracles come in...
Anyone who has children will understand.
I have two kids 8 and 10. Every morning I remind them that they are not allowed to fight before school in the morning because it is too early for that. They have to save their fighting with each other for after school. Just Kidding, but it feels that way sometimes. This morning I am in the living room printing out notes for a class that I had today and all of a sudden I hear my daughter shrieking in her most positively shrill voice for her brother to "Be Quiet!!!" By the way, I can hear absolutely not even a peep from her brother, which is part of why this exchange is so comical. As she is screaming at him in her loudest voice, I just sat there and finished getting my notes off of the computer and didn't even flinch at that ear drum piercing "BE QUIET, MASON!!!" I stayed in complete peace! Now THAT is God!!! :O)
I did have to post a bit about their drama this morning on facebook, to which my dear friend replied, "One day she'll use that voice to lead hundreds to Jesus!" That is a good reminder!
I love it when I am so wrapped up in God's presence in the middle of everyday life that prayer/intercession is merely apart of my conversation. I will be talking to someone and just encouraging them and all of a sudden I realize about halfway through that I am praying for them or their loved one. I am in the middle of a conversation with someone and all of a sudden I am calling for heaven to invade earth on their behalf and I don't even know how I got there. It is almost like breathing. Then they just smile at me (usually, I have had a couple run away! LOL). I love that God has so changed me that coming to Him with everything is the same as breathing in and out, I just do it without even a single thought.
Today ended with a wonderful Holy Spirit reminder about child-like faith. My daughter has really been my inspiration today. :O) I was sharing with my mom about something that Meg had been praying for for a long time and has yet to see the fruition of it. Meg's dad and I divorced when she was ten months old. She has never had a relationship with her father by his choosing. She calls and left messages on his phone several times a week for the last couple of years and he has yet to return any of them. She has prayed incessantly for a father in her life. She was getting so frustrated with the lack of result (and it was absolutely breaking my heart) that she and I played the "Let's ask Jesus" game.
It is awesome to have kids who are spirit filled and know that they can talk to their Father in heaven anytime they want to. We asked Jesus why her dad hadn't called her back and if he was going to come to her upcoming birthday party. He gave her an answer to both parts and even though it wasn't what she wanted to hear, for the first time ever, she had peace about the situation. I thought that would be the end of the incessant asking and praying. I was wrong.
About a week later...
Meg: "Can I call him?"
Me: *Sigh* "Sure."
Meg: "Hi, Dad. It's me. Can you please come to my birthday party? I really want to see you. I love you." *Hangs up phone*
Me: "Meg, I thought you were ok with what Jesus said about the birthday party and your dad?"
Meg: "Well, I am not going to stop praying!" *Said with a tone that implied that I was an idiot if I thought she was going to give up*
Now that is Faith! If I had faith like that I bet I could walk on water... Just sayin'
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