“Pray for us?” She asked so expectantly, detailing a little bit of what was going on in their lives.
She said she asked because she knew I would. And she was right, but I still felt a little bit miffed. This was like the third person in just as many days who had done this.
Didn’t they understand that my head hurt? Did they not know what was going on in my own life?
Yes, God gave me a heart for others, and yes I believe in the power of prayer, but if you look around, my prayers don’t seem to be very effective as of late.
My husband needs back surgery and we got the runaround and ultimately denial by workers comp. The injury happened in October, the surgery is expected later this month. I have been having debilitating migraines for six months and we still didn’t have any answers. We were in pain, stressed beyond measure, and clinging to Jesus for dear life, but sure, I’d pray for her while I was there.
Sadly, that was my sarcasm-filled attitude one morning last month before I lifted up a friend in prayer.