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Day Five: Speaker Phone Prayers

Day Four: Psalm 91

The big guys have been holding down the fort off and on this week. Neighbors pop in to check on them during the mornings and in the midafternoon they ride with Stuart to the hospital.

They've been impressive. I got home last night after being gone for five days to a CLEAN house. Laundry washed, folded and put away; dishes done; rugs vacuumed; beds made... They've helped each other with their school work and have put in about three full days this week on their own. The chore chart and family schedule have helped to give their days structure.

The thing that has impressed me most is that they have come together for Bible study all on their own each day. We're beginning to see fruit. Hallelujah!

Every morning around 9:30 or so, I called to help them get organized and to supervise as best I could via speaker phone. "John, no media this morning. Faith, use a small bowl for your cereal, that way you'll waste less. Claire? Is your bed princess worthy? Go fix it and come back and tell me when you're done." The rate of obedience increases when they hear directions straight from the horse's mouth rather than second-hand from a sibling.

The best part of these phone calls has been joining the kids for prayer time and being able to hear all of their little voices call upon their Father. (They sound so much younger over the phone than they do in person.)

" Please, God, hold the surgeon's hand as he fixes Charlie's neck."
"Thank you, God, that you knew what was wrong and that you did all of the work to save Charlie. "
"I can't pray right now, Mama. I'm so thankful, I can't say thank you enough times."
"Please help Mama to get enough rest and help Charlie not to be afraid."

And then my turn. "Jesus, thank you for children who love you. Thank you for these faith-filled children who are such a good example to me. Guard and protect them. Fill them with a spirit of peace and a spirit of obedience and cooperation."

Prayers that have been abundantly answered.

Day Six: Regrouping

Comments

tammi said…
Amazing how tough times can produce such incredibly rewarding moments.
You are surely blessed. This post brought tears to my eyes as I imagined the sweet aroma those prayers must have been to the Lord. You and Stuart have truly taken Proverbs 22:6 to heart.

Xandra
Jennifer Jo said…
Your hard work is paying off---Congratulations!

-JJ

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