Tearful Praise
The woman said, “If you let my mother die, I will ruin your career” to the doctor
who wouldn’t give her mother heart surgery because she had no insurance.
And she thought about her own brain tumor, would the prayer style that the man
gave her work?
She didn’t know.
She considered how her current situation may sound sensational to some, but
that it was real nonetheless.
And she looked back over her life and the pain of its memory.
And she resolved to take the Lunesta on her dresser and end it early.
But as she stepped toward her dresser, she heard a voice say, “Stop, I will make
things better.”
And she stopped.
And she looked up to her ceiling and felt a chill.
She began to praise the Lord, and as she praised, tears welled up in her eyes.
And she imagined them washing away the suffering of her world.
And she cried to the Lord, “Lord Jesus, I know you won’t leave us down here like
this. I believe in you. I know you’ll come up with something. My whole life is
yours and you’ll come through with something!!!”
Amen.
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