MOMMA HOW DO YOU PRAY?
I can remember when I was a very little girl about 3 years old; I asked my Mom "How do you pray?"
She told me it was just like writing a letter. From that day on, my prayers always started with "Dear Jesus".
I could always take my hearts deepest thoughts to Jesus. He was my very best friend.
Then one day when I was about 16 years old, something tragic happened in my life that stole my faith.
I felt like Jesus no longer cared about me. Did not listen to me pray.
That was the beginning of three of the darkest years in my life. I lost my very best friend.
It wasn't that I no longer believed in God, just that I was only a speck in his eye, and didn't really matter to him.
I had a Chihuahua that gave birth to a puppy. He was only about 3 inches long and did not even have his eyes open yet when he became very sick.
A navel infection caused his little tummy to become swollen, hard as a rock and all purple.
We lived 80 miles from the nearest Vet. There were no phones and no penicillin. I knew he was going to die.
I saw this as one more painful event in my life.
Still the most painful part of my life was being without my Jesus.
I held that dying little pup in my hands and I started to pray, but it was more for myself than the puppy.
"Please Dear Jesus, if you still care for me, show me a miracle and heal this puppy."
"If you care about me........ Remember the miracle of the dew on the fleece? (Judges 6:36 - 40)
When Gideon asked for miracles to prove Your word.
Jesus, this little puppy is as good as dead.
I miss you so much Jesus, If you will just heal this puppy, I will know you do love me.
Thank you Jesus."
As I prayed I could feel a comfort like a warm fuzzy blanket coming over me.
Well the puppy thrived, he grew up healthy, and I had my faith restored.
I knew for a certainty that Jesus love me, He came down to this earth and died and rose again to save me.
What bigger proof do we need to know that God loves us.
The next chance I got to talk to a Veterinarian. I asked him what chance a puppy had of surviving with such an infection.
Can you guess what his answer was?
WHAT A FRIEND
What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit, O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry everything to God in prayer.
Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness; take it to the Lord in prayer.
Are we weak and heavy laden, cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge, take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do your friends despise, forsake you? Take it to the Lord in prayer!
In His arms He’ll take and shield you; you will find a solace there.
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