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Do You See Them?

The last few weeks have been an emotional roller coaster.  Loved ones have had their hearts broken, suffered great loss, revealed their secrets through billowing sobs, some have been paralyzed by fear from lies spoken by the enemy.  A few still have strong faith while many others seem to have no faith at all.  I wish with all my heart I could swoop in and "fix" everything.  I can't.  I don't have answers.  I can't heal their wounded hearts, make their dreams come true or free them from the bondage of their addictions.  Honestly, I can't do anything.  Except pray...  Except pray?  A phrase I have heard countless times when someone is going through a trial but it has never set well with me.  Prayer is not the ONLY option we have left but the most POWERFUL weapon we've been given.  God can do anything!  He cares about us.  He holds every tear we weep.  He wants to hear from us.  He desires that we trust Him and have an intimate relationship with Him.  So, today I pray that God would heal their hearts, make them whole, restore their faith and set them free.  I leave the ones I love in His hands where they will never be forgotten.   

I would encourage you to continue praying for those you love even when it feels as though your prayers are bouncing off the ceiling.  Keep on praying.  Keep on believing.  God hears.

Until then...
Jessie     


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  1. UnknownJanuary 22, 2011 at 3:05 PM

    Praying for you. Praying for them. I know what you mean by rough.... but somehow and in someway God's got an awesome plan building when we can't see. Much love to you! May God wrap you and your hearts with so much love that it spills over.

    Love,
    Jess

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