Just a little prayer, the shortest one there is, thought with a little incredulousness and a feeling of pretension.“Lord, if it is Your will, then let it be done.”
I thought then, probably correctly, that I had no right to say such a prayer, that my faith is not strong enough to sustain it, that I’m too much of a sinner to be heard in my desperation.
About a month ago, a doctor gave me a very distressing diagnosis after what I thought was going to be a routine check up. He told me that I had cysts that were probably cancerous and that would cause complications if they weren’t drained at the soonest possible time.
But I prayed my little prayer anyway, and the following week, it wasn’t as serious as it was the first time I was scanned.
I really should start acknowledging that as a miracle.
To be completely honest, I’m still thinking even now that there was really nothing there in the first place. But I also think that, real or not, life threatening or not, God had a hand in the end results nevertheless.
It was a miracle, whether it was a small one or a big one, and it was brought upon me by the shortest of prayers that I wasn’t even sure I had any right to say.
Doesn’t that just make you go ‘wow’ 🙂
very nice. thank you. I’ve also blogged about how hard it is to accept answers and prayers and then, when they appear to be answered, I try to rationally justify the miracle. Oh, we are such weak people!
2009? This comment was made in 2009, and it has only now come to my attention! I’m so embarrassed! My templates before must’ve been horrible!
Reading this now makes me remember this particular miracle, because it was, and it is. I have acknowledged it since then. I have testified to it, and shared it as much as I can.
Thank you, from 2024, 15 whole years later, for reminding me how miraculous God has always been in my life.