I'm praying for you.........

I'm praying for you.

How many times have you said those words to someone? How many times have you been asked to pray for someone and promised without hesitating that you would definitely do so?

I can't count. First of all, it's the Christian thing to do, right? Of course I'll pray for you! It would be my privilege! I always pray for you....

Second, what are we going to say? No?

Last night as I pulled out my Bible I will honestly tell you that I wasn't planning on doing any "heavy" reading. I was really just going to satisfy my "duty". I even opened to Hebrews where I had been gaining some encouragement for some things I've dealt with recently. But, then I felt the "tug".

I've been dealing personally with some decisions that are pretty big in my heart and life and trying to find some answers as to the steps to take. And, I've felt kind of lonely in those decisions. The Lord seemed to tell me to take a look at Paul and his life, so I headed over to Romans. It didn't take long for the Lord to "whack!" me! :)

"God, whom I serve in my spirit in preaching the gospel of his Son, is my witness how constantly I remember you in my prayers at all times......" Romans 1:9-10a

God is my witness. People say that phrase a lot! But, I've never stopped to grasp the magnitude of that statement. God was my witness to the person on Facebook the other day that requested prayer and I said I would pray for. God was my witness this weekend when I mentally made a note to pray for a friend whose husband died. God was my witness when I offered to pray for the resident at the retirement home that had recently gotten out of the hospital and was still in quite a bit of pain.

Lip service is a dis-service to all parties involved. If the promise to pray was not true, not only have I lied to them in their time of need, but I have lied in the presence of God. Ouch! That hit me hard!

I'm definitely more aware of what I say and do and my WITNESS today!

Love you all!

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