“Lord, the one you love is sick.” John 11:3
Dear Father,
My mind keeps wandering to the bedside of two people. My prayers echo those of my sisters from long ago, “Lord, the one you love is sick.” One is so sick we’ve been told that he will probably be with you before this day is over. The other is suffering from a failing heart but still maintains a beautiful gentle spirit from her hospital bed. I kneel before you on their behalf and I thank you that both have long since accepted your gift of salvation. Looking through my human eyes, I see their condition along with a lengthy prayer list of others needing your touch, and I feel so small and helpless. What could I possible do? How could my feeble prayers help? If you are Sovereign then why pray at all? But then I read your Truth and it hits me. I am invited to participate in your glory. I am in the presence of the Resurrection and the Life. My prayers help roll stones away and loosen grave-clothes. Stones come in many shapes and sizes. They are obstacles that prevent us from seeing your glory. Grave clothes come in many widths and lengths. They bind us from true living. But you alone are the source of life. So whether you choose to heal by restoring the body or delivering the body, all I know is that the King of Glory beckons me to His throne with their names on my lips – and I come.
Love,
Penny
