Crying Out

This week was a hard week.  My dear friend struggled to gain her breath as fluid from tumors filled her lungs.  Seeing her struggle and become winded while talking or walking from one room to the other in her home was heart breaking.  Back at my home I tended to her three babies, praying over them and caring for them and hoping and praying that their mommy would pull through this.  On this particular morning there was a fight over blocks and one of her little boys began to cry.  He crumpled up on the floor with tears pouring out.  I lifted him up and he clung to my neck while his tears streamed down my arm.  As I rocked him and prayed for him aloud and silently my heart felt as if it would burst.  This was not merely about blocks.  His tears seemed to pour forth all his worries, his fears, the changes.  My heart cried out to my Heavenly Father, "Please, LORD, please heal her, heal her, they need their mommy."

His little back stopped heaving and we dried his tears, a smile broke across his face and he scampered away to play again.  As I watched him I thought of how much was bottled up in my heart.  How I could curl up in my Father's lap and cry out to him.

I'm believing for a miracle, I'm believing for her healing.  In the meantime I'm remember to cry out to God and cling to His truth, His word!

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-7