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Apr. 30, 2005 Don’t you hate those emails that ask you to forward said blight onto at least eight people or more or suffer the consequences? I do! So, when I received one about prayer the other day, instead of forwarding the sappy email, I had a warning to forward instead: BE CAREFUL, YOU MAY NOT WANT TO PRAY!!! Beginning in 2001 I began to re-evaluate my relationship with the Lord. I spent the next two years praying to be blessed and I was in many ways. After only six months of praying, I rented a pretty little house to live in and an awesome job came my way to pay for it and the kids were doing remarkably well. Then Mama (my step mother) died. I continued to pray. Then three weeks after Mama my step father Paul died. I still continued to pray. Then my step-brother Lloyd died exactly four months after my Mama had died. I continued to pray. I was beginning to wonder why the more I was given the more that was taken but I continued to pray. Then my birth mother asked me to come live in her house because she did not feel she could stay alone after her husband of twenty two years (my step-father Paul) had died. I prayed about that too and felt led to go and do my daughterly duty. After all I’d prayed. I wanted to go to my father who had lost his wife Marie (my step-mother) of fifty four years and who really did need me more. I prayed about this too. Based on prayer I went to my mothers to care for her. She needed no care. My sister-in-law Helen cared for my father, who did need care and Helen and I prayed together. Then my father died. I still prayed. Did I mention in all of this the man of my dreams came into my life and was everything I could have hoped for? He prayed too! And I knew the Lord had sent him to me. He was a member of my church and a writer like me, what else could I ask for? I had been praying for his appearance and I got it! But, one day, without any warning he was gone. What God had given he’d taken away, again! But I still prayed! I prayed for my remaining family. I prayed for the man’s return. I kneeled beside the bed morning and evening to pray. I got another good job that would have seen me through the year. Thank you Jesus, I prayed. My job was lost. Not my doing but the financial instability of the firm. I prayed. My step-brother Grey Died! Early forties he was. I still prayed. I prayed that nothing more would happen. The man returned but was gone as quickly. Not knowing why I asked God. No answer? No answer God? I asked why Mama, Daddy, Lloyd, Greg, Paul were all taken so quickly. No answer. Then it began to happen again. Husbands of friends, two elderly ladies I cared for, cousins – two of them! All dead! No job, friends and family dwindling. . . . . .I stopped praying. I did not want to chance another prayer! It worked! No one close to me has died in the months of no prayer. My family is being blessed by my daughter-in-law and the new life she carries. My best friend Steve became the most incredible perfect fit for me and truly is the man of my dreams. Steve does not pray! My old boss called and rehired me. I don’t know if he prays but I did not go on faith I made him sign a contract insuring my employment! So I did not forward that email I received to eight people or even one person as I was asked to do. Instead I wrote this note to myself. It is to remind me that prayer works only when you get up off your knees and open up your eyes and look into the future and do something about it! ------------ About the author: Mary Louise Wehunt is a freelance writer and poet who lives in Eastern North Carolina with her cat Daisy Duke. You can email her at: mwehunt@nc.rr.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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