I Held An Answer to Prayer
During the fall of 2011, I was asked to teach a first and second grade Sunday school class, while the girls' regular teacher was away for a few months. All of the girls were regulars in our children's church, a class my husband and I were involved in, so I really got to know them very well, right down to their heartfelt prayer requests. Every Sunday morning, two little sisters would come in and cheer up the room with their smiles and happy chatter, but whenever I asked for prayer requests, their sweet faces would cloud up as they asked for prayer for their family. From what I gathered, the girls were living in a foster home and greatly missed their mother and siblings. So, together we began to pray that they would be able to go back home to their family, which had a total of about nine children, all scattered to different homes, the youngest being a baby.
I remember one morning when P_____ began crying in children's church. I took her out of the room and sat with her in the hallway as she cried and explained that she missed her mother so much. I remember praying with her that day, just the two of us, a heartfelt prayer that the Lord would restore her back to her mother. She felt better after and went back to join her friends, yet the burden still lay on my heart for her. I cannot remember how many weeks passed, but one Sunday morning she came bounding in and said, "My mom came to church today!" With great rejoicing, she explained that she and her sister had been returned to their mom's house, and everyone, except for the baby, were all together. Over the next few months, their prayer request was always the same: that their baby sister would be able to come home and they would all be a complete family again.
The teacher returned to her class and I no longer was their Sunday school teacher, though we still led children's church for a while. I asked them often how things were going and they always smiled and told me they loved being home with their mom, though baby sister was still not home yet.
Well, today I had nursery duty at church and the room was filled with lots of babies. I knew all the babies, except for one, whom I had never seen before. I was sitting with her on my lap, rocking her to sleep, when it suddenly dawned on me who I was holding. I had seen the girls looking into the nursery that morning, along with a whole group of girls that had extremely similar features, obviously sisters. The one I held in my arms looked just like the others, yet much smaller.
"I am holding an answer to prayer!" The realization made my heart jump a little. I cannot express the thrill I got inside, knowing those girls had experienced the work of God in their young lives, and I had been given the privilege to be a part of that. What a joy it is to serve the Lord and be a witness to his faithfulness. I just had to share that today. Have a blessed day!
2/25/2013 11:36:59 am
I am glad you did.
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