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Tuesday, January 10, 2017

There are no coincidences....or what may come of prayer?






LORD, who shall sojourn in Your tent? Who shall dwell on Your holy hill? He who walks blamelessly and does what is right and speaks truth in his heart; who does not slander with his tongue and does no evil to his neighbor, nor takes up a reproach against his friend; in whose eyes a vile person is despised, but who honors those who fear the LORD;
who swears to his own hurt and does not change; who does not put out his money at interest and does not take a bribe against the innocent.
He who does these things shall never be moved.
Psalms 15 (ESV)

There are no coincidences. Yesterday, I prayed for my husband. It’s not that I don’t pray for him (I do, daily), but yesterday, I accepted my own heart’s (soul’s?) call to make an additional sacrifice of regular daily prayer for 31 days. In seeking inspiration, I looked back to a series I’d written on praying for my husband 5 years earlier, only to uncover that the subject matter of my first prayer that day was the very word, SALT, I chosen (that chose me) for this year.
I was also reminded yesterday of an old superstition that was always the impetus of conversation between my beloved Granny (God rest her soul) and I. I am not superstitious; I believe superstition is counter-intuitive to Faith. However, I am a curator of family and cultural lore and traditions, and what they might teach us (perhaps somewhere deep down our long-held superstitions are calls back to deeper things?). So, when my left hand began to itch it made me think if her, and what she’d say….a letter is coming. Not one but two came for My Beloved, with much anticipated information-Amen. 



The lessons? 

Thank You, Lord, for keeping me mindful of You. 

Thank You, Lord, for keeping my eyes and my heart open. 

Thank You, Lord, for remembering to thank You for my love, my life, and that You’ve blessed us to be together. 


So, again today, I’m praying for the love of my life.  

Deliberately

This was a vehicle by which to flex my prayer muscles since I’m clear that they deserve more regular workouts (does anyone ever pray enough?). I know me, so I had to put it out there, capture some accountability partners, amplify my prayers and my opportunity to be successful.  It’s only been one day, and I have already (re)learned my first lesson…NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF PRAYER.





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