Sunday, October 11, 2009

Dear God,

I felt dizzy and nauseous like I was trying to get sick with the flu. I had felt it the day before and while I was on the treadmill but now I felt on the verge of a full fledged assault. I was in the car on a shopping trip with my daughter. My granddaughters, ages 9 and 4 were with us. When I said I couldn't go in to the store, my daughter stopped and said they needed to pray for me. That's when I suddenly had three sets of hands on me. Little Lucy held on to my arm. Gabrielle prayed. A little later I felt better. By nightfall I had enjoyed soup and a salad, a trip with the grandchildren into the Barnes and Noble children's reading area, an interesting wandering in the Yankee Candle shop where I helped Gabrielle and Lucy select a lip balm scent, a little ditty dance to Irish music on the street outside the Irish pub and dinner with Jill's whole family. No more sickness.

I taught my children to pray when they were little. My youngest daughter has become a prayer warrior in her church. She has taught her own children to pray. They pray at meals, before bed and in crises. Today I was blessed and healed when they prayed for me.

The language
of prayer
touches the soul
at a
deep level.
When four-year-old Lucy
raised her hand
to pray
for me
in the car,
I was humbled,
touched and inspired.
She wanted
to pray
for my healing.
Even if
Gabrielle prayed
for all
the prayer requests,
it was okay
with Lucy
as long
as someone prayed.
I am grateful,
O Lord,
that the door
to your throne
is always open.

Love, Andrea