It has been a day full of requests. I have found myself most of the day with a request on my heart.
I say request because of what Paul mentions in his letter to the Philippians in chapter four starting in verse six. He told them to not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, to present their requests to God. And that the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, would guard their hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
I claim that.
I was speaking with one of my oldest friends today. We have raised our families together and now she has cancer. She is again, as with so much in her life, setting an example of strength and faith that we all should envy.
She mentioned as we talked that her request to God had been for fifteen more years just as King Hezekiah had been granted in Isaiah thirty-eight.
Then she added that maybe that was not the best way to present her request since she later realized, it was during his extended life King Hezekiah fathered Manasseh and Manasseh was an evil King.
“Maybe God knew best the first time.” she laughed, but we all quickly assured her and she agreed, God does not make mistakes. Even Manasseh, as evil as he was, had his place in history for a reason.
It was only a few moments earlier I had also heard the news of a young man fighting for his life after a car accident. He is the son-in-law of a family I have loved and known for over twenty years.
He and his sweet wife have twin little boys that I don’t think are even two years old yet and they became parents again just ten days ago. This time to a little girl.
And my day had begun as it has for the last eighty-three days. Me, encouraging my husband to stay strong and optimistic. That his legs will start working again.
He had double hip replacement on December seventeenth and the rehabilitation has not gone as the doctors had anticipated.
I know there are moments he wonders if his legs will ever hold his weight again.
I told him this morning that I was asking God for a miracle this week. For his legs to strengthen and move as they once did and for his delay in healing to suddenly and miraculously be complete.
Now as I continue to reflect on the day I find myself locked on what my friend had said, as she somewhat jokingly admonished herself for using the story of Hezekiah as an example.
So I started thinking about requests, wants and needs.
All of us face trials in life. Don’t hold back. Don’t second guess yourself. Nothing is too big or too small. God wants to hear our requests.
The challenge for us is to see that our requests are not always in keeping with our need as seen from the eyes of God.
But, when we truly believe what we say we believe, His peace does come.
My friend also shared with me a request she had made to God a little over a year ago. After experiencing a miracle with her adoptive daughter she asked God to allow her to be part of another miracle.
She added that she had expected the next miracle to involve another similar situation. With another child that needed rescuing.
But apparently God had something else in mind.
I believe in miracles but for miracles to happen we all have to believe they are possible.
Do you believe in miracles… any requests? I have a few. Can you ask God to heal my husband’s legs this week?
To absolutely purge my friends body of cancer?
And to heal a young father who is lying right now unresponsive in a hospital in Nashville?
I believe in miracles… do you?
Philippians 4: 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.