Early yesterday morning I received a phone call which I would rather not have had on a Sunday morning. For the sake of the family’s privacy and to respect their grieving process, I will use anonymous names for now. My friend, Stella, called to tell me that she and her husband had to cut a business trip up north short, as her stepdaughter was in the hospital miscarrying.

Stella and her husband left at 2:30 am to make the 12 hour trip home as fast as possible to be with their daughter, April, as she endured labor to give birth to a stillborn baby. The baby girl, whom I will call Joy, had died the day before in her womb, and doctors had induced labor.

In the afternoon our oldest daughter Heather called to let me know that April had the baby and that the baby had not made it, despite our prayers for a miracle from God.  I couldn’t imagine the horror of having to go through the physical pain and emotional duress of labor, only to deliver a child that was dead.

April and her husband, my friend Stella and her husband, and many family members were allowed by the hospital staff to hold the perfect-in-shape, beautiful baby girl to help them in the grieving process.

Although the hospital staff said that the parents could keep baby Joy in the room as long as they wanted, they chose to say goodbye to her that night (with the rest of the family), and her precious little body was taken away.  Compared to all the years where they could have held Joy, played with her, talked to her, and heard her laugh and sing if she had lived, they were only able to hold her for a few, too short moments.

Life is sacred. Precious. Unpredictable. And most of all, very fleeting.

Don’t let it pass you by. Hold onto God, cherish your loved ones, savor each moment God gives you on this earth, and live to bring a smile to His face and glory to His name.

Isaiah 40: 7 says, “The grass withers, the flower fades, when the breath of the Lord blows upon it; surely [all] the people are like grass.”

Little Joy was like a beautiful little rose blooming in her mother’s womb, and then faded, no more. On  Facebook today, her mom so beautifully and courageously wrote:  “I am finding comfort in the fact that our beautiful daughter is dancing on streets of gold with our almighty Lord.”

Yes, dance, beautiful little baby girl, dance.

I am grieving so much with this family and praying for God to comfort them in this very hard time.

What will we do with the few moments we all have been given and have left? Will we dance here? Will we be dancing with our Lord later?  Or will we miss the sound of His glorious music?

This is the final (for now!) guest post on this series on prayer by my friend Susan Evans. Be sure to stop by Susan’s website Hands-On Learning at www.SusanEvans.org, where you will find creative ideas for teaching children using the unit study method and ideas which also incorporate Charlotte Mason’s excellent, hands-on methods. There you will also find articles on hands-on faith under the heading, Faith Made Real. 

Be sure to also check out Susan’s mystery class story for sale on Scholar Square at How to Write a Mystery Story. This class is designed for students ages 6-18 years old. Susan dresses up as Sherlock Holmes, and teaches students how to write a mystery story in easy sessions with hands-on learning. She says even children who hate writing love this class!

Have you enjoyed Susan’s posts on prayer?  I sure have!  Thank you, Susan, for blessing us with these great insights and encouraging words that God hears our prayers. 

Praying With Your Heart

by Susan Evans 

Prayer is not about mindlessly dictating a list of requests to God. Matthew 6:7 says that people who repeat meaningless words will not be heard by God. If your heart isn’t in it, it’s worthless! 

You don’t have to cry to pray with all your heart. I’m going to give you examples of when I’ve wept while praying for people, but I do not cry the majority of the time, and I’m still fervently praying with all my heart. I never cry on purpose (I prefer not to cry because it drains me, and God requires me to take care of my family), but only when I’m overwhelmed by the burden of what I’m praying.

Maybe it’s the Holy Spirit loving that person through me, or maybe I’m feeling the Holy Spirit’s emotion about that prayer request. (Jesus was also found weeping when He prayed, and He is our example.) God says that fervent prayers are heard (James 5:16), so if your prayers aren’t fervent, why would God listen to lukewarm prayers that you don’t even mean? 

Having said that you don’t have to cry, don’t be afraid to cry. People that are afraid to cry are afraid to love. Some people say that love is not a feeling, that it is commitment and a set of actions, and they use I Corinthians 13 to prove it. However, the Bible also says that love is compassion, and compassion is definitely a feeling. If someone is crying and I don’t care, I have no compassion for them. I just keep walking along like the guys who were not the good Samaritan. Our heart is supposed to be moved. It is a command from Scripture that most people disregard. 

For example, I have been praying for years for the salvation of the husband of a woman that I know. When she asked me to pray for him, I saw pain in her eyes. I knew there was more to the story that I didn’t know. As I was praying one day, the Holy Spirit put a heavy burden on my heart, and I wept before God for the salvation of his soul. I have prayed for this man hundreds of times, and I’ve wept maybe 4 or 5 times for him, only when God overwhelmed me with the burden. To this day, I still pray for him. Only God knows the day of his salvation. 

Another time God placed a woman on my heart that I was counseling. I felt a heavy burden to pray for her for a full hour one afternoon, and water kept coming out of my eyes that entire hour. To this day, I still don’t know what God was doing during that hour in her life. I just knew that I needed to pray for her, and I did. 

Another time I felt the need to pray for my sister, and I felt the Spirit striving in the background, praying through me during that hour. There were no tears that time, but my heart was strongly engaged. After an hour, I felt released, and the intensity went away. I didn’t decide to pray for an hour, by the way. Many times during that hour, I would want to get up and leave the room, but the Spirit wouldn’t let me. I must have asked at least 5 times, may I please go? God knows that I am willing to do whatever He asks. God’s compelling is a sweet compelling, and I just can’t let Him down, even if I’m worn out and tired. 

I pray for many pastors. I asked one pastor what he wanted me to pray for, and he said, “That God would make my heart bleed, that I might know Him better.”  The first few times I prayed this for him, I cried because I didn’t want God to hurt him. I stopped praying it because it was too hard for me to ask. But then I felt convicted because I told him I would pray, and I didn’t want to be a liar. Now I’ve prayed it so many times that I’m calloused about it. (Either that, or I’ve realized that the eternal treasure for him far outweighs the pain now, so I’m actually praying that God will reward him by making his heart bleed.) 

Sometimes I don’t see answers to prayer right away, and other times God answers miraculously in a short amount of time. When you pray for so many people, you see a lot happen. Even on sanctification issues, I see growth in people in areas that I’m praying for. When someone excitedly tells me how they overcame anger that week, my heart exults. Because my heart is involved, my reward is greater. The more you love people, the more your heart will be in your prayers for them. 

I had prayed hundreds of times for a man from the Czech Republic to be saved. I had never met him, but a friend of mine passed her burden to me to pray for him. I prayed every day for years for his salvation. I threw my heart into my prayers. Over time I grew to love him as a brother, and I wanted so badly for him to be saved. (I shed no tears, though.) Last year our church announced that he had been saved! I felt so much joy – my heart was soaring! I nearly screamed, “Wooohooo!” except for the fact that I did not want to cause a disturbance. I felt like I was walking on clouds the rest of the day. I had a taste of what the angels felt because of my obedience to put my heart into my prayers. 

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