She wore a pediatric mask as we shopped, garnering smiles of support and looks of fear and a reasonable amount of healthy indifference. As I loaded the trunk and went to buckle The Magster in, a woman nearby said, "Excuse me. What is your daughter's name?"
"Maggie, " I replied. The woman was about my age. She had been loading her own car.
"What is her condition?" she continued.
"Leukemia."
Then she said a simple and amazing thing: "Our church will be praying for her."
That's it. A stranger decided to cross the gulf that separates us all and assert her faith into our lives. She didn't prequalify us by asking us about our faith. She took a chance that I'd recoil from her in disbelief or disdain or distrust. But she approached confidently and not alone. Her faith community was with her. Her God was with her. She did not ask my permission, but wanted me to know they would raise us up in prayer.
I thanked her for her prayers. I told her how much they meant to us.
Jesus bless those who pray for us today. Their prayers add new depth to our hardship and joy. And open our eyes to others who suffer so that we may pray for them, too. And maybe they for us. Amen.
4 comments:
It never ceases to amaze (and bless) me how the Lord uses people who are open and obedient to His leading. Praise the Lord! I remind myself daily that our prayers are music to His ears.
How loving people can be in simple and powerful ways.
The little miracles that happen to us each and every day have a profound effect on our lives. What a thoughtful woman.
Its so amazing when "strangers" reach out to help in such a small but powerful manner!
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