When you have been given the gift of the Holy Spirit (ahem…if you are reading this, and believe in Jesus, this means you, my friend…), there are times when you are put in uncomfortable situations. I experienced one of these times just last week at my local grocery store.
There I was, minding my own business, slowly making my way through the store…trying to mentally recall all that I would need to prepare dinner and pack the girl’s lunches the following day (I know, I know, write it down Hailey). That’s when I saw her. She didn’t look good. The weight she had managed to put on after her last round of treatment seemed to have diminished, her face was swollen and puffy, she just looked exhausted. We hugged, exchanged pleasantries, caught up on how each others kiddos, and then said “good-bye.”
As I pushed my cart down the aisle, the Spirit spoke quietly, “Pray for her.” I shook the prompting off as I so often do (just being honest here), and walked to the check-out line. As the clerk was ringing up my items, the Spirit spoke again, “Pray for her.” So as I waited, I prayed for her health, her family, and any other challenging circumstances that she may be going through. Concluding with a reluctant, “Amen,” I paid for my groceries, and began to walk out the door.
“PRAY FOR HER!”
“I did Lord, didn’t you just hear me??” I protested, as I walked out to my car.
(Sometimes a parent’s most powerful weapon)
My feet grew heavier, my heart began to beat just a bit faster.
“Pray for her, Hailey.”
“Ok, Lord.” I put the groceries in the truck, and nervously walked back into the store, doubting myself the entire way. She is going to think I’m crazy! She probably already has a ton of people praying for her, what good will my prayers do?
“If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.”
The Lord is far from the wicked, but he hears the prayer of the righteous.
I found her on aisle 5. She looked at me and smiled, and then I asked, “I feel like I need to pray for you.” Her eyes spoke before her lips, ” I would love that,” she said.
We proceeded to pray by the imported cheese for the next few minutes. I can’t even really recall what I said in the prayer, after all, the prayer wasn’t meant for me.
Tears spilled down her cheeks as I finished, she thanked me, we hugged again, and then parted ways.
I walked out to my car still feeling nervous, but also content in Spirit. I had been obedient, yes, it was uncomfortable, but isn’t that what God does? He knows that if we admit our great need for Him, this will allow His strength and power to comfort, heal and redeem.