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Why Don’t We Ask For Prayer?

Why Don’t We  Ask For Prayer?

by Brenda Wood

Make-a-Prayer-of-it

My friend Jean recently lost her husband and when we ask how she is doing, she exclaims…”I am fine! I am just fine.”

Well, I’ve lost my husband and I know that the truth is that she is not fine.

She is one of those strong, silent types who keeps everything to herself.  Her heart is aching but she puts on a brave face and lies to all her friends. What is she thinking?

On the other hand, Bessie, another friend, bores us to tears as she shares every minute of her life demanding that we pray for her. Do we share our every thought with the world?

Isn’t there  a middle ground? Are we the type who keeps the necessary quiet, but willingly asks for prayer from trustworthy friends?

Lately it seemed that I am constantly contacting faithful prayer partners to ask for their support. I began to feel guilty for asking so often. Who was I to demand so much time and attention?

Then someone drew my attention to biblical reminders to pray without ceasing. (See Acts 12:5Romans 1:9 and 1 Thessalonians 5:17.)

Of course there are some things that we might wish to keep to ourselves, but prayer needs are definitely not one of them.

“When two of you get together on anything at all on earth and make a prayer of it, my Father in heaven goes into action. And when two or three of you are together because of me, you can be sure that I’ll be there.” (Matthew 18:19-20, MSG)

Prayer:

So Lord, here we are today, all of us gathered together in prayer, trusting you are acting on our behalf. For Christ, who always acts with us in mind. Amen.

Brenda J. Wood

A popular motivational speaker, Brenda, of Barrie, Ontario is known for her common sense wisdom, sense of humour and quirky comments. Brenda especially enjoys speaking at women’s retreats and conferences, community events, Mops, World Day of Prayer, and Stonecroft Ministries.

A prolific author, her current books include:

The Big Red Chair: a children’s book dealing with the loss of a grandparent.
Meeting Myself: Snippets from a Fractured Mind:  the author’s recovery from abuse and eating disorders.
Hearts Under Construction: A motivational cookbook designed to feed both body and soul
Heartfelt: 366 Devotions for Common Sense Living.
God, Gluttony and You: a Bible Study dealing with our relationship to food.
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Are You Careful What You Pray for?

Today we have the privilege to read the post of a blogger called Megan Tietz who writes a blog called Sorta Crunchy. In this post she is 25 weeks pregnant with twins.

Please continue to read the rest of her post at her blog.

Are You Careful What You Pray for?

by Megan Tietz

twins

Lately, I’ve been thinking about something that happened when I was a kid.

When I was in fourth grade, we lived in a house that had a little creek that ran behind it. My parents knew it was in a flood plain, but we were just renting and I guess they decided it was worth the gamble. After a long day of relentless rain, that creek started to rise and rise.

I remember praying that day, praying that it would flood.

And flood it did. We had to move all of our water-logged belongings into a much smaller, cramped rent house, and as you can imagine, there were months of headaches and stress in dealing with insurance and losses.

I don’t know why I prayed that it would flood. Maybe so we would be out of school for a few days? Because it sounded romantic and exciting? Because I was a little kid and I just had no idea?

Years later, I sheepishly told my parents that I knew the reason we went through that flood; confessed to them that it was all my fault. My parents were incredulous that for years, I had carried the guilt of believing that my child-like faith and prayer had caused an entire neighborhood to flood. It was a strangely formative moment in my spiritual history though. Of course, as an adult I view the whole scenario differently, but even still, there is this tiny voice within that whispers:

“be careful what you pray for – it just might come true.” (tweet this)

It is from this frame of reference that I find myself most days this close to whispering “God, please let me be put on bedrest.”

Which is the craziest thing, I know. And I know that those of you who have actually been on serious bedrest would like to smack me right in the face for that. I know that bedrest is no joke – that it disrupts family life and marriage and community and that it’s frustrating and boring and no fun. I know it would be no stretch for you to see me as an impulsive child who has no idea what she is praying for. I know, I know, I know.

Every week, I feel the physical toll more and more. Though I wake up in the morning feeling fantastic and ready to take on the world, by the end of the day, I am completely toast. Achy joints and searing back pain have me reduced to shuffling around the house, and then I crawl into bed where I cannot get comfortable for the life of me and it takes monumental effort just to roll from one side to the other.

And so, yes. Part of me wants a doctor to get firm with me and say, “You really should be in bed most of the time, you know.” Because without a firm order to do so, I just cannot do it.

I feel like if I can still walk the girls to and from school, I should.

If I can still do basic housekeeping, I should.

If I can still haul laundry up and down the stairs, I should. Because surely if I shouldn’t be doing those things, it would be my body and not a doctor that would tell me. Right?

Continue to read the rest of Megan’s post at Sorta Crunchy.