“Prayer is so simple. It is like quietly opening a door and slipping into the very presence of God. There in the stillness we can listen to His voice or even petition. What we have to say matters not…Just to be there…In His presence…is prayer.” -The National Handbook and Bylaws of The Order of the Daughters of the King
Today, I had a mini meltdown. The weather has been unpleasant and with the kids being kept in the house for days they were full of energy all day. At church this morning, there was no nursery so the one year old had to sit in the pew with the family, and lets face it, she was not so happy about this and has yet to learn how to behave in church. My six and four year olds could not behave, listen, or follow the directions either (you would have thought that they were the one year olds). My dear daughter, Rileigh, does not know how to whisper and repeatedly yelled her questions and comments out at me in the quiet solitude of the sanctuary. The ride home from church was no better. Both of the older kids were bickering and the baby was screaming because she was hungry and ready for her nap. My husband was snippy because his patience were running thin. I was barely holding myself together at this point. After lunch, I wanted to pick up the house and no one was listening to what I had to say as I was trying to delegate tasks. To make matters worse, as I was headed to dump out the dirt from the vacuum cleaner into the garbage it fell out of my hands and crashed to my kitchen floor spilling dirt and grime everywhere. I had had it! That was the last straw. I stepped over the mess and walked out the front door and right into the presence of God.
I’m sure most can relate to moments such as these. And this was the shortened version. Nevermind the hassle it was trying to get the kids ready this morning, being late for church, and my dear husband almost crashing into a truck he did not see as he made a right hand turn in our neighborhood which nearly gave me heart failure. I was on pins, needles, and the throbbing head ache was the only thing telling me that my head was still together sitting upon my shoulders. But when i made the decision to go to God all those things didn’t matter anymore.
Once outside, I sat down on my porch, buried my face in my hands, and prayed. At first I was tense and angry. I was angry at myself for being angry. I was agitated with my entire family. Why couldn’t they just listen? Why couldn’t my kids just behave? Then the peace came. God quieted my spirit. He sent his ever loving peace to me. He held me and I cried. I had no words any longer, I merely layed my head on my Fathers chest and wept.
I don’t know what it is about God that makes Him so amazing, but in moments like these, when I simply surrender to Him completely, I know that He is the Almighty God. He is my sole comforter in times of distress. I felt like I was falling apart, yet He picked up the pieces and put me back together. And when I walked back inside, I was at peace and felt strengthened by His love.
I don’t always know how or why God does what He does, but one thing that I do know is He is always there. He never leaves my side.
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He’ll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus