I love to pray. I am astounded that the God who created the universe would bend His ear to listen to me as I pour out worship and woes before His throne. One of the delights of my week is gathering on Wednesday nights with one or two others from our church family to pray.
Tonight I was delighted to see our newly assembled Prayer Team early and eager to join me as we pace inside our church tent in prayer. Among these new faces was a neighbor of mine named Lydia. Lydia is one whom God has knit my heart to as I first met her in a time of great suffering and pain. God is stirring something real and tangible inside this woman that is undeniable.
As we spread out throughout our tent I began to pray. As I prayed I could hear the women pouring out their hearts to God and in a brilliant symphony.
Then I began to hear the faint prayer of Lydia.
I tried to keep praying but I was silenced.
Lydia, a women suffering from HIV, living in great poverty with her two children and trying to sort out what it really means to walk with God, repeated a prayer so simple, sincere, and sweet.
Her humble heart repeated again and again.
“Jesus, I trust you.”
“I trust you, Jesus.”
“Jesus, I just really trust you.”
Her prayer was piercingly pure, raw and authentic.
That is a prayer that moves the heart of God.
1 comment:
Just want you to know I pray for you often. God knit my heart to yours and your are dear to me:)
Tracy
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