My friend and I, we have been asking, for what had been years now, crying together, reading scripture together, getting a word together, praying together, having faith together, getting on our knees together, begging, fasting, pleading, waiting, for the the Lord to do a miracle.
It would have to be something that only God himself could do.
Kind of like when Mary’s brother Lazarus died, it seemed hopeless, too late, he was dead, yet in a split second on Jesus’s arrival, a miracle was performed.
When we talked on the phone I told her that the miracle, the break through has now come and I almost feel like we’ve robbed the Lord of the praise He deserves as we go about our every day life.
So, we got together , again, for the last time on this subject, knee to knee on the floor, got out our Praise music, lifted our hands to the sky, and praised, thanked, cried, laughed, gave Him the glory that He richly deserves.
As I was thinking about the many years before this day of praise, I am not sure we would change a thing as painful, hurtful, and at times wondered if life was going to be sucked right out because it was hard to breathe, YET, for in the process of continual going before the throne of grace we see miracles all along the way. The care, the grace, and getting to know Him as a daddy that protects and loves. This is all priceless and I’m not sure that this would be the case if so many years ago that day would not have taken place. He sustains, gives hope, and we give Him all the PRAISE!
He makes ashes into beauty, this I know!