I have always been an independent type and not one to ask for help. However, once I came to faith I was convicted that I couldn’t do this on my own and I really did need to step out, make some Christian friends and connections and actually admit that I needed support.
So on one particular Sunday God spoke to me and I took what was a difficult step for me and went to the front to ask for prayer.
Wow, I was blown away by what happened next and as soon as I got home from church I wrote this
YOU PRAYED FOR ME
When you prayed for me, did you understand the significance, the magnificence of that act in my Christian journey?
You see, I’m not sure how you could hit the nail on the head so perfectly, get it so utterly right, but of course that’s forgetting the might of our Saviour Christ.
God gave me strength to ask for help, to take that step of faith, to recognise I am not an island.
I was frightened to show any weakness but God teaches us that meekness is OK and I guess that what I did today, ask for your help was God’s work at play.
But when I asked for help, I didn’t anticipate your compassion and kindness which blew my mind, your mute understanding that I was only conveying part of the story, just a fraction of my dissatisfaction, you got it, you understood me.
You radiated God’s love for me, you gave me a kind of certainty that this was God’s will, for me to reach outside my comfort zone, to reach out and know I’m not alone.
So thank you for your prayers, the depth and layers of your obedience and love, the way you serve your Father above.
Through your way of being, caring and listening, you opened my heart to no longer distance myself from the love of my sisters and brothers, to seek help and guidance, no longer in hiding, my fear of judgement subsiding