“Simon, Simon, behold. Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned again, strengthen your brothers.” Luke 22:31-32
The Sunday sermon, I heard reminded of me of two very important things: Jesus prays for us and the purpose of prayer is not just to fulfill our needs, but to align ourselves to what God’s will is for us. Yet, prayer is usually the last thing I do. Society considers this weak or bothersome, if we ask for help. While there is some greatness to independence and self-sufficiency, I just can’t do it alone.
God blessed me with a child who does not throw up. One time she coughed really hard when she had bronchitis and got sick, but thankfully my husband took care of it. She is almost 9 years old and I have never had to deal with it. That is something that would throw me into a tizzy. I felt like I held my breath through every flu and cold season, praying we wouldn’t get the stomach flu. Each year, we would make it through unscathed. Until, a couple of weeks ago…
I picked up my daughter from school and she looked like she was not feeling well. We had plans to start her new sport that afternoon too. At the last stop light on the way home, she mentioned her stomach started to hurt and she may need to go to the bathroom. We made it home and she ran inside the house and went to an upstairs bathroom. About 1 minute later, she began screaming, “Mommy! Mommy! I am throwing up!”
I could feel my stomach starting to turn because of what I knew I would have to deal with. I grabbed some gloves and said a prayer as I ran upstairs. “Lord, you know how I get in dealing with this stuff. Help me not to fall apart on her. Please help me be strong and to be calm.” I saw her and she was crying because this was all new to her. She was so scared because of what was happening to her and how there was a mess. I was expecting a scene like from the Eddie Murphy movie, “Daddy Day Care” when Eddie Murphy looked in the bathroom, but thankfully it wasn’t bad. I felt this strength and calm come over me that I have never had in my life.
She told me how scared she was and began asking all of these questions about what happened. I told her, she will get through this and I will clean everything up. She needs to rest and stay in bed and that she would feel better in a couple of days. I went on a cleaning rampage for the next 2 hours trying to sanitize the whole house. She was back to herself by the second day. I knew Jesus was there for me the entire time. There are days, I can barely get through the line at Costco without sweating through my clothes from the nerves. This was huge for me to not have become undone from seeing my child get sick.
Jesus is our advocate. He knows what are struggles are, He knows what we need. How powerful is it to know, He is praying on our behalf?! As for praying for His will instead of mine? I am working on trusting in that too. For now, I am just resting in knowing He is praying for me.
Lesson Learned: He prays for me.
“Dear Heavenly Father, Thank you for son, Jesus Christ. Thank you for the comfort of knowing we have the greatest advocate. Thank you Lord for praying to our Heavenly Father on our behalf. Align my prayers to the will of God. In Jesus’ Name, AMEN!”