The Miracles in My Livingroom

Once a week for almost two years a group of women has gathered in my living room to pray.  It wasn't my idea.  I had been meeting in a friend's home to pray with ladies until those ladies took pity on me for having to haul out  my four babies to get there.  So, Kristin placed this precious gift of being the hostess in my lap, my livingroom.

These sisters have prayed my family through major junk.  I attribute Christ's healing of my arthritis largely to their faithful prayers.  My children have been healed, my marriage has been healed, my heart has been healed as they have lain the burdens down with me before Christ's feet.  These sisters have cared for my children, done my laundry, washed my dishes, cooked us meals, painted my walls and literally redecorated my living room.  Because they love.

Over the past two years, the group has grown both in size and intimacy.  I am pretty much a homebody due to the season of life I am in so they bring their lives in to me at least once a week.  They also come to me sweetly and pick up my own struggles, burdens, failures, and worries.  Every week we sit around, some on the floor, others in and out checking on the kids, sorting through how mighty God is and how mightily we need Christ.  We pray..sometimes chaotic with screaming kids in the background..sometimes with tears..sometimes with anger.  Some weeks we've wrestled with God.  Some weeks we've sinned by saying too much or not saying enough.  In the midst of all of that, God answered.  Every single time.  Every time.  His answers weren't always what we wanted or expected, but His hand always so deftly extended blessings and loving discipline.

God has answered so specifically and quickly sometimes that we were caught off guard. Why wouldn't He?

I am sitting here typing as God is working out another miracle in merciful response to the requests we sent up.  Lives are being changed..right now, this minute.  The Holy Spirit is rising up and molding hearts just as we begged Him to do. 

I am so humbled by His attentiveness.  Why would He deign to turn His ear to us?

Because He loves.