Pray

"I am praying for you"

I say those words and I mean them. More than I have in all my 29 years of life I feel like I just might finally get what it means to say I am praying for someone and to actually do it. Not a fleeting thought or a quick, "God be with them" but an all out fervent, feverish prayer to the God who hears me.

I've got friends this week who are hurting. A little one born less than a week ago undergoes open heart surgery this very morning and the tears stream down my face as I pray to God for the doctors who balance powerful tools over his delicate heart. I pray for his mama, a dear friend of mine, and my heart breaks because I can't imagine how her heart is holding up. She is a beacon shining God's light to anyone who watches her go through this trial, but I know she is hurting too and I pray God's specific peace and love over her oversized and oh so tender mama heart.

I have friends with sick kids, and friends who are hurting, and a husband who is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders at his job, and my own mama who has surgery scheduled for April and there is nothing I can do for any of them really but to pray.

I lay awake in bed last night, heart heavy with these prayers and so many more running through my mind. As I poured them out to God I felt overwhelmed at the great need out there for Him to intervene and protect and sustain and give health and strength and it was almost too much. But I read somewhere that I am to pray hardest when it is hardest to pray and so that is what I did and will continue to do. I'll rest in knowing He hears.