I don't often hear directly from God. Well, I guess it depends on what you mean by "often". For me, it doesn't feel often. Anyway, last night I was praying, about a bunch of different things, and I got this prompting, as clear as if it was written in neon on my wall: go into Seth's room and pray over him RIGHT NOW. Okay, Lord. I'm moving. Yea . . . not so much. The truth is that I kept my butt planted for another minute or so, thinking I could pray in my room just as well. Then the neon started flashing, "GO," so I sprung up and ran into Seth's room, not even then knowing the topic of these would-be prayers. Much to this mama's chagrin, Seth was still awake at 10 p.m. and humored by my sudden arrival. Sigh. Nevertheless, I stayed on task and started to pray and, strangely, started to weep. As I held my son's head in my hands and blanketed his face in tears, I cried out for healing of his brain and even more, perfect eye sight. It was a surreal moment for me. I pray for Seth's healing but not all the time. I pray for his vision. But not everyday. But there, on God's prompting, I was crying out for Seth's healing -- touching Seth. `
Phew! That was strange. I wasn't sad last night. I wasn't even emotional. But in that room, lined up against the giggles of a two year old who should have long been asleep, I cried out, literally and figuratively, for healing and at the same time, praised God for blessing me with the chance to raise this precious boy. God prompted me to pray. That part was abundantly clear to me. Why? Why last night? Why in his room as opposed to mine? Why touching him? Why weeping? I have no idea. But now I'm waiting with baited breath, excited to see what God has in store for us. Will the three of you reading this blog :) join me in those prayers? `Lead on, spirit. Lead on.