Days 13 and 14 will be lumped together this week. Day 13, Sunday, ended up being a day of worship, prayer and rest. I had the opportunity to visit a residential nursing home with my church after our worship service, and it became a Holy place for me. After greeting those who chose to gather in the big room, I noticed the three or four residents who came to hear what was going on, but chose to not come into the room, but stayed in the hall. I was drawn to these. I brought songbooks out so they could follow the words if they wanted, and sat with them. I introduced myself, held hands while talking with them, and sang alongside them. The woman to my right had a beautiful voice and I told her so! She smiled and remembering earlier days, teared up and said little. After the singing, a brother shared a message of hope and salvation, then it was over.
I greeted some residents, asking how I could pray for them. They looked shocked; apparently this was not how they were used to being treated. I excused myself to get a pad from my purse. I rejoined them, wrote down their first names and told them I would be praying for them by name, lifting them to the Throne room of God. One gentleman looked at me and said,"Nobody's ever said that to me before."
Today will be a busy day of writing and submitting articles for publication.
Already, I've had people on my heart to pray for; texts have flown over the airwaves letting people know and responses have returned just as quick.
God is indeed honoring my commitment to add prayer during Lent.