We live in a time of great technology. Parents keep in touch with their kids via cell phones. Friends keep in touch with one another by texting. Your cell phone takes pictures for you so you can send them to relatives and it is all connected to satellites floating high in the heavens. It’s hard to even fathom that prayer is way beyond any satellite system. Prayer is your own personal phone line to Almighty God, the Creator of the universe.
You will never get a busy signal or a message saying ‘this number has been disconnected’. You will never have it cut off because you missed a payment. It is your personal 911 line or simply the best way to talk to someone when you feel lonely. God is always ready to listen. Did you know He never sleeps?
Anytime, anywhere is suitable for prayer. You don’t have to be on your knees or in a church. There are not even any specific words you need to use. Help! is a prayer if it is directed to God. During war-time soldiers found trenches a perfect place to pray. Prayer can come out as laughter at times, or in great gasping sobs in times of sorrow.
So this is my prayer blog where I will share my own prayer journey, true stories of great miracles I have witnessed, precious times when the Lord answered a child’s prayer and some times when I dissolved in giggles during prayer.
My first story is going to be one about giggles. We were learning about prayer in church and one young lady said she had never been brave enough to pray out loud. A few days later we were invited to her house for coffee and on the way, my husband (the pastor) told me not to bring up the subject of prayer unless she did. She had a friend at her house (moral support probably) and they were fun to visit with.
Then we moved to the dining room table for coffee and she asked my husband to pray before we ate. He informed her he wasn’t going to pray but asked me to pray instead.
“I have to tell you something about my wife, though,” he said to them, “she usually has to cough before she prays. We all bowed our heads and I said, “Dear Lord,” and I felt a cough rising up. I tried to hold it back but I couldn’t. Then I started to giggle. Soon I was laughing out loud and so were the other two women. My husband sat and watched us with a smug look on his face as we gasped and wiped away tear of mirth.
We never did ask the Lord to bless the food. He already had. That young woman said she had no idea that a pastor’s wife would even be nervous about praying and she would start praying out loud too.
Who knew God would use my embarrassing habit of giggling in a situation like that? I’ll try and share a more respectful story in my next prayer blog. Until then, keep that prayer line busy.