Tonight some friends prayed for me and Lindsay. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. We were in their living room, correction, we were in their sanctuary, and they absolutely moved the heavens with their words. With their words, they took the clouds by two hands and shook them violently. The rains that fell carried hope with them.
There were no candles, no hymnals, or even Precious Moments dolls. It was nothing spiritually eloquent or over the top with Christianese syntax. They were speaking with Someone who deserved much more than clichés and contrived rhetoric. They were talking with Someone who was right there with us in that sanctuary, the very One that calls Himself, “God with us” – Emmanuel.
Another friend told me today that some of the best times in our lives are the unplanned ones. This was proof within six hours. The best times of our lives are not on the planned vacations, date nights, Easter Sundays, or even, dare I say it, graduation days. I wasn’t even over there to pray. I was there to use their computer of all things. I’m learning that it is within the mundane that we can find the amazing. I think that is what God has done with everyone of us. It is what happened tonight.
Something to know about me these past few days is this – I am trying to become overwhelmed with the right things - grace, joy, laughter, french kisses, bear hugs, and not due dates, late fees, grades, rent, and deadlines. With so many adjustments to make with classes in session and Lindsay being back in the job hunt, we have been overwhelmed with worry, doubt, and fear. After my business with the computer was done, my face showed it all.
I will not exaggerate these words for creative effect or downplay them for modesty sake, I promise. Here is what was poured out for us tonight. Unfortunately, Lindsay was at home and was not apart of it. But, as soon as I left our friends’ house, I changed my library study plans and went home to tell her all about it. We cried, just as I will probably cry recounting it again. This is how it began as they were praying for me specifically. Another Psalm was written tonight friends...
“Father, we ask tonight that you would hold your little boy close.
He is so burdened.
He is weary and slumped over.
Would you put your hand on his back and straighten it for him?
Would you allow him to feel your warm hand on his shoulders?
Father, take your hand and lift his chin up from his chest.
And open his eyes so that he can see You,
So that he can see You call him Your Beloved.
Place a new song in his heart
A song of hope
And may hope fill every corner of their home…”
Friends, we are singing.
Our new melody is our thanks to you this night.
From Wilmore, with Love.