Things looked black. (Of course, at mid-life the easiest color to see is black. Something about the hormones.) We were praying around the breakfast table and I was wondering what more I could say to God after 25-30 years of no answer while difficulties escalate about the things that trouble me most. (on a scale of "peace-be-still" to the Apocalypse, we are now somewhere around Noah's Flood. Think fast! The children are watching.)
It was my son's turn. "Lord, thank you because you never destroy something unless you are going to build it up again better than before," he prayed, echoing something my husband had said some months ago at our family Bible study. I realized that this was not the first time my son had prayed this way. He really believes it, even though he has observed that some of these painful things have only gotten worse.
And the sun rose.
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Remember this too, Kim:
And the Son rose!
Praying with you...
Kim, don't you just love it when God chooses to speak to us through our children? Blessings in Christ Who is Our Only Sure Hope ~ Patricia
I know the feeling, but...
Jesus!
Without valleys, there would be no mountains to climb! May God send you mountains soon and give you many sunrises!
I got a lump in my throat reading this. Although I don't know your current/ongoing troubles, I understand and empathize from the times I have felt this way. Out of the mouthes of babes He speaks to us! Thank you Lord.
Christie
Kids posess this capacity for faith that just humbles me. I praise God for children every single day.
(And we would all do well to take his words to heart!)
Wow, so profound. Praying right now for you.
What a blessed thing to have the Lord speak to you through your child. I'm humbled on the occasions when that has happened to me.
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