Like many of you, during my (rare) “down” time, I like to take a few minutes to scroll through my Facebook news feed. I like to see who’s doing what and what’s going on where… flash a “thumbs-up” or a “heart” every now and then or a “sad-face” if the feeling dictates it. You know, because an emoji-response shows we’re CONNECTING with each other.
At least that’s what it’s supposed to feel like.
But sometimes when I’m scrolling down I am prompted to respond with words.
Like when a friend’s child is very sick.
Or a husband loses his job.
A wife is home alone tonight. Again.
Or when the tired mother asks for a glass of wine at 9am because, “It’s wine-o-clock somewhere”...
Sometimes these posts are worded with humor, so as to disguise the inner ache. Sometimes they’re soul-bearing, saying exactly how they feel. All of them are from real people with real issues that deserve real attention.
And that’s what is bothering me.
When we read about these issues on the public platform of Facebook, we can choose to ignore or limit our engagement and not get involved. Or if we DO acknowledge the issue, it’s often in “shout-out” form, like this:
The word itself is so easily typed. “Enter” so easily hit. The screen so easily swiped…
…without prayer ever actually happening.
And you know what? I’m ashamed to admit that I’m totally guilty of this. I see my friends’ hurts and I am saddened enough to comment and I type, “I’m praying for you, friend!”
And scroll on.
Ugh. That very admission makes my stomach churn and my heart ache.
Why do I do I even say I’ll pray if I don’t do it right away and purposefully? Is it because I want my friends to know they are cared about? Do I want them to feel like they’re not walking this journey alone? YES! Because I truly DO mean to pray for them!
So why don’t I? What is stopping me from following through?
It’s because I am selfish. I think to myself, “Yes, I’ll pray for them later… when I have more time.”
Then I forget. Until they’re at the top of the news feed again.
You guys, this is really ugly.
And I’m convicted to change. Now. Here’s why: I asked myself, “What would happen if we REALLY DID stop what we were doing and pray in earnest for our hurting brothers and sisters? For our friends or their families? For our neighbors? For our government? For our world?”
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE CHRISTIANS REALLY GOT ON OUR KNEES AND INTERCEDE WHEN WE SAY WE WILL?
Things change when God is asked into our stories, friends.
People take notice.
When my daughter was given a terminal prognosis in my womb, people committed to praying for her. Thousands of them did. Literally THOUSANDS.
We all hoped she’d make it, but also knew that given what we saw on the dozens of ultrasounds, it’d take a legitimate miracle.
A ‘Miracle’ is defined as: “a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.”
And that’s what we got. One week we were told to prepare to deliver a deceased baby and to look for shoebox-sized caskets for her tiny body within the next couple weeks. (Read about it here).
Two weeks later, against every odd, we were told, “I think she’s going to make it. I believe we’re looking at a miracle.” (Be amazed here)
Because. people. prayed.
They got down on their knees and lifted our girl, our FAMILY, before the Creator of the Universe and humbly pleaded with Him to fix it. Some of them had known unbelievable suffering and didn’t want our family to hurt the same way. They asked “Your will be done, Lord”. They asked that the Author of science to work outside of its rules.
And He did.
So, friends… fellow believers… future believers…
What might happen if, instead of scrolling, we stopped right then, and started kneeling?
Will you join me in slowing down, paying attention, and really praying when we say we will?
I look forward to seeing what God does when we do.
“If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you.”
Click here to read our miracle story from the beginning. You won’t be disappointed!