Have you asked the Lord for a friend who could come alongside you as you pray for loved ones?
Have you felt the alone-ness that comes when your church body has grown weary of hearing you request prayer for your wandering ones again?
I have felt those cries when my children were walking through deep times of questioning. And God miraculously sent me friends who understood the weight of caring and wanted to join with me in praying. I have also rejoiced when the Lord allowed me to be in a church body that joined together in praying for those wandering loved ones.
But I have also walked alone in churches that seemed to have forgotten the young ones who had once been a part of their fellowship. It was during one of those most lonely times that a dear friend and prayer partner felt led by the Lord to start an Intercessors’ Group in her church.
The book they used during their study was The Return of the Prodigal Son by Henri Nouwen. This friend and I had walked through many years of praying together for our children, but now we lived almost two hours apart from each other. She suggested that perhaps the women in her group would allow me to join “long distance.” And so, once again, God made a way when there seemed to be no way.
On one occasion when I was visiting my friend, I was able to be with the group in person, and I shared what the Lord had put on my heart. I began by relating a dream I had 2 years prior to our meeting . . .
“In my dream I was in a large house with two adjoining front rooms. In the first room there was a women’s Bible Study, and I was participating. I got up to move to the adjoining room, where another women’s Bible Study was happening. In the doorway between I started sobbing and almost collapsed, but the Pastor’s wife of my current church jumped up to catch me. I was crying and kept repeating the words, ‘the young ones, oh the young ones!’ And then I woke up (I thought, but I was still dreaming) and told my husband about my dream. He said ‘you were interceding, just like Ruth.’ And then I actually did wake up, to find that there were real tears running down my cheeks.”
As together we studied the chapter in Henri Nouwen’s book concerning the elder son, I felt the Lord ask me:
“How does the elder son in our passage compare to Ruth?”
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Thank you to everyone who prayed for my husband’s knee surgery last week! Praise God that he is at home now, beginning the road to rehab. We have been so blessed by the outpouring of love that we have felt. Truly, Jesus is being our strength and sufficiency here. After this week I will be on a blogging break until later in May. May God Bless you all, dear friends!
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