Friday, October 4, 2013
I prayed for her right away. God spoke to me in one of the most honest REAL ways ever- "She is ok. Keep praying for her." I prayed for her faithfully. I did almost every day. I don't tell this story to tell about ME but to tell about God's hand of mercy. I prayed for her, almost daily. I talked to my friends. I asked them to pray. Many of them told me they thought she was probably dead. The thought did creep into my mind, but God kept reminding me of what He said. There were days in the months after that it slipped my mind. I remember the day she was found. That morning, I remembered praying for her when I know I hadn't prayed for her in a few days. My friend Kelly called me and asked if I was watching the news. I said no. She told me to turn on the TV. I complied and my jaw just about dropped. Kelly reminded me how I had insisted she was okay. I thanked Kelly for calling me and watched the story of her rescue.
I wanted to write this to say that when God speaks to you in that little gentle whisper, He is speaking to your heart. The power of prayer is an amazing thing. I just wanted to share my story of a time when I felt God spoke directly to my heart and assured me directly. Believe His Word and His Voice- no matter how crazy the world gets.