“I lift these people up to you,” I prayed.
Silently I named those whose burdens I was carrying. “Lord, help me to let them go.”
How often I had repeated that phrase at this altar.
Three words came to mind. Back at my seat, I wrote them in my journal.
Not long after I left the church, I heard of trouble brewing in a loved one’s life—one I had brought to the altar to pray about that morning.
Instead of rushing to the Lord, judgment and bitterness rushed into me. I hurried to communicate to my husband, “Bad things are happening; we must be afraid—very afraid.”
He agreed, and we talked feverishly to devise a plan of action. We assured one another, “This is bad—very bad.” We listed all the ways it was and predicted future calamity which we felt certain we must work hard to prevent. We didn’t pray together.
Then we talked to our loved one. Our words came out filled with panic. We didn’t listen but just listed all the bad things we had heard were happening and our predictions that they would just get worse. We didn’t offer to pray with our loved one.
On Monday I met with a friend and communicated, “Bad things are happening. I must be afraid—very afraid.”
Although she’s a Christian she didn’t offer to pray with me. Instead she agreed and communicated, “Yes, you must be afraid—very afraid. And let me tell you of my fears for my loved one.” I did not ask for prayer or offer to pray for her.
The same scenario was repeated with another friend later that day.
Along my fear-filled way I did pray, but they were prayers listing the bad along with my fears. Then I told God what He must do–and quick– before things got worse.
As the day wore on, I imagined other trouble erupting in the life of my loved one although I had no proof. Waves of panic washed over me.
It wasn’t until Tuesday while I sat in my Bible study that I remembered the three words God had spoken to me at the altar. They were:
Receive My peace.
I realized He had said them to me because He knew what lay ahead—the disturbing news I would receive. He wanted to save me from all that fretting and allow me to enjoy His peace and believe that He was working in my loved one’s life —just as He had promised on other trips to the altar.
I repented of passing along my lack of peace to others and wasting time, emotion, and energy when the matter had been in God’s hands all along.
If only I had left it there.
I regretted that throughout those hours of fretting I had failed to ask the Lord, “What do You have to say?”
If I had, I’m sure He would have reminded me, “Receive My peace.”
Today I’m doing just that. It’s amazing how different a situation can look through the eyes of peace.
How about you? Are you on the verge of panic because of trouble in a loved one’s life? Why not receive God’s peace today?
May grace (God’s favor) and peace (which is perfect well-being, all necessary good, all spiritual prosperity, and freedom from fears and agitating passions and moral conflicts) be multiplied to you…2 Peter 1:2 AMP