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Fervent Prayer.
By Mitch Owen November 1st
“The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” James 5:16
The wail of the ambulance siren pierces through the air, chilling me inside. I stand at the edge of the highway as it speeds by. I close my eyes and pray, Lord, once again I come before Your throne of grace to pray for this person….
As I’m praying, my mind flashes back to an old memory. Annette had been diagnosed with breast cancer that had metastasized. She was a frequent patient at this hospital, and since they were full to capacity, she’d been assigned a small room on an upper floor with a narrow window and a drab view of the helipad below.
Sleep was impossible one evening, since the helipad seemed to be in constant demand; so Annette seized the opportunity and began praying for those she did not know but who, nevertheless, were in need of prayer. With each helicopter touchdown she prayed for the sick or injured on board.
She asked her daughter to help her into a wheelchair so she could watch through the window―her prayers already touching the portals of Heaven.
Suddenly, Annette turned in her wheelchair saying, “There’s one coming in, and this one is bad.”
“How do you know?” Cari asked.
“I know―I feel it in my heart.”
Minutes passed, then came the wop, wop, wop sound of the roto blades, urgently slicing through the air. As the struts touched the helipad, hospital staff rushed to transfer the accident victim to a readied emergency room. Annette watched as the victim emerged from the helicopter—their upper body in something resembling a body cast, their head wrapped in now red-tinted gauze.
My Lord, Annette prayed silently, I don’t know who’s being rushed in or why, but I know You love them with a boundless love, and Your heart is pained for the one being scuttled into a waiting emergency room. Let Your angels surround this patient, let Your wisdom guide the staff working to save them, and may Your will be done in their life. Amen.
Though pain racked her fragile frame for months to come, she constantly prayed for those who continued to arrive at the hospital. She knew that no matter her condition, someone needed her prayer, and that prayer would wing its way to Heaven and be heard by a God who weeps over His suffering Creation.
Her faith in God’s love—even for those unaware of the power of prayer―continues to inspire those of us who knew and loved her.
Lord, let my prayer be as effective, fervent, and blessed as those of my friend.
Fervent Prayer.
By Mitch Owen November 1st
“The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” James 5:16
The wail of the ambulance siren pierces through the air, chilling me inside. I stand at the edge of the highway as it speeds by. I close my eyes and pray, Lord, once again I come before Your throne of grace to pray for this person….
As I’m praying, my mind flashes back to an old memory. Annette had been diagnosed with breast cancer that had metastasized. She was a frequent patient at this hospital, and since they were full to capacity, she’d been assigned a small room on an upper floor with a narrow window and a drab view of the helipad below.
Sleep was impossible one evening, since the helipad seemed to be in constant demand; so Annette seized the opportunity and began praying for those she did not know but who, nevertheless, were in need of prayer. With each helicopter touchdown she prayed for the sick or injured on board.
She asked her daughter to help her into a wheelchair so she could watch through the window―her prayers already touching the portals of Heaven.
Suddenly, Annette turned in her wheelchair saying, “There’s one coming in, and this one is bad.”
“How do you know?” Cari asked.
“I know―I feel it in my heart.”
Minutes passed, then came the wop, wop, wop sound of the roto blades, urgently slicing through the air. As the struts touched the helipad, hospital staff rushed to transfer the accident victim to a readied emergency room. Annette watched as the victim emerged from the helicopter—their upper body in something resembling a body cast, their head wrapped in now red-tinted gauze.
My Lord, Annette prayed silently, I don’t know who’s being rushed in or why, but I know You love them with a boundless love, and Your heart is pained for the one being scuttled into a waiting emergency room. Let Your angels surround this patient, let Your wisdom guide the staff working to save them, and may Your will be done in their life. Amen.
Though pain racked her fragile frame for months to come, she constantly prayed for those who continued to arrive at the hospital. She knew that no matter her condition, someone needed her prayer, and that prayer would wing its way to Heaven and be heard by a God who weeps over His suffering Creation.
Her faith in God’s love—even for those unaware of the power of prayer―continues to inspire those of us who knew and loved her.
Lord, let my prayer be as effective, fervent, and blessed as those of my friend.
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Fervent Prayer.
By Mitch Owen November 1st
“The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much.” James 5:16
The wail of the ambulance siren pierces through the air, chilling me inside. I stand at the edge of the highway as it speeds by. I close my eyes and pray, Lord, once again I come before Your throne of grace to pray for this person….
As I’m praying, my mind flashes back to an old memory. Annette had been diagnosed with breast cancer that had metastasized. She was a frequent patient at this hospital, and since they were full to capacity, she’d been assigned a small room on an upper floor with a narrow window and a drab view of the helipad below.
Sleep was impossible one evening, since the helipad seemed to be in constant demand; so Annette seized the opportunity and began praying for those she did not know but who, nevertheless, were in need of prayer. With each helicopter touchdown she prayed for the sick or injured on board.
She asked her daughter to help her into a wheelchair so she could watch through the window―her prayers already touching the portals of Heaven.
Suddenly, Annette turned in her wheelchair saying, “There’s one coming in, and this one is bad.”
“How do you know?” Cari asked.
“I know―I feel it in my heart.”
Minutes passed, then came the wop, wop, wop sound of the roto blades, urgently slicing through the air. As the struts touched the helipad, hospital staff rushed to transfer the accident victim to a readied emergency room. Annette watched as the victim emerged from the helicopter—their upper body in something resembling a body cast, their head wrapped in now red-tinted gauze.
My Lord, Annette prayed silently, I don’t know who’s being rushed in or why, but I know You love them with a boundless love, and Your heart is pained for the one being scuttled into a waiting emergency room. Let Your angels surround this patient, let Your wisdom guide the staff working to save them, and may Your will be done in their life. Amen.
Though pain racked her fragile frame for months to come, she constantly prayed for those who continued to arrive at the hospital. She knew that no matter her condition, someone needed her prayer, and that prayer would wing its way to Heaven and be heard by a God who weeps over His suffering Creation.
Her faith in God’s love—even for those unaware of the power of prayer―continues to inspire those of us who knew and loved her.
Lord, let my prayer be as effective, fervent, and blessed as those of my friend.
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