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Sharing His Comfort.
By J.D. Quinn October 27
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”
2 Corinthians 1:3–4 (NIV)
It was December 9, 2019. For many, this day was—no doubt—a time of bustling and joyful preparation for the coming holidays. But, the furrowed brows on faces I had observed around me revealed a different concern.
By now, I was the last person remaining in the surgical waiting room. I had sat semi-patiently for nearly five hours claiming Bible promises, reading outdated magazine articles, and chewing an entire package of gum. My wife Shelley was “under the knife” of a skilled neurosurgeon, having major spinal surgery.
Lord, help! Please cause this surgery to be successful. Please let her be okay.
Hospital personnel occasionally passed on positive progress reports, but the procedure was taking much longer than predicted. Sitting alone, I looked to the Lord for constant reassurance.
A middle-aged woman entered the waiting room—seemingly on a mission. Without glancing my way, she propped her legs on a stool, opened her laptop, and raced her fingers across her keyboard. In that lonely little room, it was just me and my thoughts—and the sound of furious clicking on her computer.
Finally, Shelley’s surgeon stepped into the room to tell me that the surgery had been more complex than he had expected, but all had seemed to go well. She was being wheeled to recovery, and would eventually be taken to her room.
“Praise the Lord!” I exclaimed loudly, unable to subdue the spontaneous praise that erupted from deep within me. The neurosurgeon seemed pleased, and I trusted that God had answered my prayers.
The room fell silent—no clicking fingers. I turned to see the woman staring at me, with a tear running down her cheek. The Holy Spirit prompted me to speak to her. Eagerly, she shared the saga of her daughter’s major surgery—expected to take eight hours.
“May I pray for her?” I asked, already sensing her desperate plea.
“Yes,” she gulped, “Please!”
When I opened my mouth and started praying, the words that flowed forth were not generated by my mind. I learned many, many years ago to allow the Holy Spirit to lead in prayer. Still, I can’t truly understand the power of His leading. Beautiful, appropriate words proceeded that touched the heart of this hurting mother and blessed mine, as well. Both our faces were wet with tears. It was a Holy Spirit moment—all His.
I encourage you today to share His compassion with someone God brings into your path. His comfort is meant to be shared!
Sharing His Comfort.
By J.D. Quinn October 27
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”
2 Corinthians 1:3–4 (NIV)
It was December 9, 2019. For many, this day was—no doubt—a time of bustling and joyful preparation for the coming holidays. But, the furrowed brows on faces I had observed around me revealed a different concern.
By now, I was the last person remaining in the surgical waiting room. I had sat semi-patiently for nearly five hours claiming Bible promises, reading outdated magazine articles, and chewing an entire package of gum. My wife Shelley was “under the knife” of a skilled neurosurgeon, having major spinal surgery.
Lord, help! Please cause this surgery to be successful. Please let her be okay.
Hospital personnel occasionally passed on positive progress reports, but the procedure was taking much longer than predicted. Sitting alone, I looked to the Lord for constant reassurance.
A middle-aged woman entered the waiting room—seemingly on a mission. Without glancing my way, she propped her legs on a stool, opened her laptop, and raced her fingers across her keyboard. In that lonely little room, it was just me and my thoughts—and the sound of furious clicking on her computer.
Finally, Shelley’s surgeon stepped into the room to tell me that the surgery had been more complex than he had expected, but all had seemed to go well. She was being wheeled to recovery, and would eventually be taken to her room.
“Praise the Lord!” I exclaimed loudly, unable to subdue the spontaneous praise that erupted from deep within me. The neurosurgeon seemed pleased, and I trusted that God had answered my prayers.
The room fell silent—no clicking fingers. I turned to see the woman staring at me, with a tear running down her cheek. The Holy Spirit prompted me to speak to her. Eagerly, she shared the saga of her daughter’s major surgery—expected to take eight hours.
“May I pray for her?” I asked, already sensing her desperate plea.
“Yes,” she gulped, “Please!”
When I opened my mouth and started praying, the words that flowed forth were not generated by my mind. I learned many, many years ago to allow the Holy Spirit to lead in prayer. Still, I can’t truly understand the power of His leading. Beautiful, appropriate words proceeded that touched the heart of this hurting mother and blessed mine, as well. Both our faces were wet with tears. It was a Holy Spirit moment—all His.
I encourage you today to share His compassion with someone God brings into your path. His comfort is meant to be shared!
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Sharing His Comfort.
By J.D. Quinn October 27
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”
2 Corinthians 1:3–4 (NIV)
It was December 9, 2019. For many, this day was—no doubt—a time of bustling and joyful preparation for the coming holidays. But, the furrowed brows on faces I had observed around me revealed a different concern.
By now, I was the last person remaining in the surgical waiting room. I had sat semi-patiently for nearly five hours claiming Bible promises, reading outdated magazine articles, and chewing an entire package of gum. My wife Shelley was “under the knife” of a skilled neurosurgeon, having major spinal surgery.
Lord, help! Please cause this surgery to be successful. Please let her be okay.
Hospital personnel occasionally passed on positive progress reports, but the procedure was taking much longer than predicted. Sitting alone, I looked to the Lord for constant reassurance.
A middle-aged woman entered the waiting room—seemingly on a mission. Without glancing my way, she propped her legs on a stool, opened her laptop, and raced her fingers across her keyboard. In that lonely little room, it was just me and my thoughts—and the sound of furious clicking on her computer.
Finally, Shelley’s surgeon stepped into the room to tell me that the surgery had been more complex than he had expected, but all had seemed to go well. She was being wheeled to recovery, and would eventually be taken to her room.
“Praise the Lord!” I exclaimed loudly, unable to subdue the spontaneous praise that erupted from deep within me. The neurosurgeon seemed pleased, and I trusted that God had answered my prayers.
The room fell silent—no clicking fingers. I turned to see the woman staring at me, with a tear running down her cheek. The Holy Spirit prompted me to speak to her. Eagerly, she shared the saga of her daughter’s major surgery—expected to take eight hours.
“May I pray for her?” I asked, already sensing her desperate plea.
“Yes,” she gulped, “Please!”
When I opened my mouth and started praying, the words that flowed forth were not generated by my mind. I learned many, many years ago to allow the Holy Spirit to lead in prayer. Still, I can’t truly understand the power of His leading. Beautiful, appropriate words proceeded that touched the heart of this hurting mother and blessed mine, as well. Both our faces were wet with tears. It was a Holy Spirit moment—all His.
I encourage you today to share His compassion with someone God brings into your path. His comfort is meant to be shared!
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