Yesterday was a rough day in a lot of ways – physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I went to bed exhausted, in pain, and defeated. I woke up much the same. But as I sit here this morning, I realize God was reaching out to me all day long with love and grace. A long lunch-time phone conversation with my best friend. A call and prayer from another dear friend. A hug from another. The hands of my co-workers holding mine as my boss prays for my family. A big grin and an excited squeal when I pick up Joy from her babysitter. A good report after a roller-coaster of worry. My favorite meal from my sweet hubby. My precious angel asleep in my arms at the close of the day.
And it all came to mind because of a sticky note on my bulletin board. The note is a verse I jotted down over a year ago when a family member had driven me to my knees in frustration and desperation. I am still on my knees over them. This morning I had just about given up hope. Prayer seemed futile. To tell you the truth, it seemed like the more I prayed the worse the situation became. Like adding fuel to a raging fire.
I was writing a completely different devotional this morning when I stretched my back a bit, lifted my head, and my eyes fell on that bright pink square of paper with a slightly adapted verse: “The fervent prayer of a righteous ‘Mom’ is powerful and effective” James 5:16. A year ago I added the word “grandmother” to the note. It was a reminder to not give up on prayer. It was a reminder to not give up on my loved ones. It was a reminder to not give up on God. The stakes are much too high to throw in the prayer shawl. And God is much to faithful to give up hope.
Beloved, I don’t know whom you are praying for or how long you’ve been on your knees, but I want to encourage you to stay the course. Don’t quit. The stakes are much too high and God is much too faithful for you to give up.