I read the sweetest blog this morning, and it reminded me how often I need to be reminded of the power of prayer. I was born into a religious family, and we always had a prayer as a family at each meal and before retiring to bed. However, my own prayers as a young woman were not always fervent, or deeply personal. Sometimes I fell into the habit of saying the same things each day, adding a new petition here or there, but not truly connecting with my Father in Heaven.
When challenges came along, my prayers started to have more meaning. When I had nowhere else to turn, I finally remembered to turn to God. And He was always there. His answers weren’t always what I had asked for – in fact, more often than not, a very different answer was given. The first time I read following poem by an unknown Confederate soldier, I felt in many ways I could empathize with his experience with prayer:
I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy;
I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life;
I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I had asked for,
but eveything that I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered;
I am, among all men, most richly blessed.
I, too, feel “most richly blessed”, even though my life has turned out to be very different than what I had planned or hoped for. Now, looking back, I am finally beginning to see some of what God has been trying to do for me as He has lifted me, carried me and led me through trials and challenges. And I have to admit that the times when I was praying most fervently- and submissively – are the times I felt Him nearest, and the times when I could humbly receive the blessings He was offering me.
i thank God so much for am still alive and taking care of my three children and my son-in-law after my husband death, in 3rd January 2015 diagonised with lungs fungal infection at last minute while the lungs were totally finished May God rest his soul in peace, i had ulcers in 2014 January,treated but still feel sick whenever am stressed,with prayer everything is possible to God.My problem is whenever i think of having a project, i feel very,stressed my BP goes up,I pray that God to be near me to comfort me and assist me in every plans i think of, my in-laws hate me with their wives talk of discouraging words as if they are happy of my husband’s death, oh come , oh Lord intervene please,these are your people doing this to me forgive them and teach them how to treat a widow God.
God’s mercy and compassion are my ardent prayers day afternoon and night. Stroke and its late effects took my beloved husband of 32 years in 2017: Life is upside down for me to say the list: Am middle age, 60 and faced with uncounteables: IRS, High mortgage, Neuropathy and a son who completely deserted our family due effects on drugs: I pray everyday and do the best that i can for others. One thing is to loose such a dear one in your life, another is to face so much financially and to suffer from physical ailments; One thing I know for sure is that God of all creations is aware and will help me and my daughters one way or another, may be through another human being whose shoulder has been padded for me. Thank you and please ask God to have mercy on me.
Please pray for me. My husband died over 10 years ago, yet I still grieve Dave. He was beautiful, 49 when cancer took him from me on my 36th birthday. We laughed, we’re were perfect for eachother. I want to fall in love again. Pray and fast God sends me the man I’ve been praying for. Please really pray for me. Thank you.