|Posted on October 17, 2016 at 8:50 PM|
The western edge of our property adjoins acres of farmland, currently sporting rows of dried feed corn stalks awaiting harvest. There are woods to the south and an old grain silo to the northwest. Otherwise, we have a clear unobstructed view of the western horizon. There is a small rise on our property where we often sit and watch the sunsets or storms rolling in and discuss where we've been and where we'd like to go. We call this the "thinking spot". When I'm in the thinking spot alone, I spend most of my time there praying. I let the goats out to roam around, eat blackberry stalks and get their exercise. The big sky above the fields make me feel small and I realize how big God is. He is bigger than my petty problems of the day. He is bigger than my ongoing unresolved issues. He is bigger than the conflicts our area faces. Yes, He is even bigger than the massive difficulties our Nation is currently involved in. He has, and does, see it all, and He knows how it all ends. I feel its coming soon and very few of us will die of old age, as my friend John Little likes to say.
Tonight I was brought to tears by all the lost souls among us. Young people who have never felt God's love for them or have even been told about Him. They have no hope for their future and in their desperation they turn to drugs and sex for fulfillment. The heroin epidemic is out of control and children having children with no idea how to care for them only complicates the problem.
When I was young, I was one of these lost souls. I married foolishly and spent a lot of time with my good friend, Jack Daniels. God turned it all around for me - He sent me a terrible vision of how I would feel if I were to be involved in a car accident while drinking. It scared me straight and I never touched a drop again. That was 21 years ago, 8 years before I accepted Jesus as my Savior. The book of Daniel shows us how God determines the steps of even those who do not believe and follow Him. We are ALL under God's dominion, whether we acknowledge it or not. I cling to this certainty and fervently pray for our young people - for the desperation, the hopelessness they feel and their vain attempts to fill the God-shaped hole each of us has inside with something other than God. Nothing satisfies, no one can fill us the way Jesus does. It just struck me tonight - the fact that a former lost soul is now praying for the current lost souls. I wonder if another former lost soul prayed for me all those years ago . . .
I had a favorite aunt that passed away in 1997. One night I had a vivid dream that I was in bed sleeping and my telephone was ringing off the hook. I was trying so hard to get up and answer it, but it was like I was in quick sand - moving slowly with too much effort. I finally reach the phone and it's my aunt Ruth's voice saying, "there's someone at the door." Which completely freaked me out - I sat straight up in bed covered in sweat and couldn't sleep again that night. The dream never left me and I wondered what it meant. Years later after I gave my heart to Jesus, I was reading my bible and came across this verse: Behold, I stand at the door and knock Rev 3:20. I have no doubt that is the verse my dream was referring to - I get goosebumps everytime I read it.
Jesus stands at the door and knocks for each of us. He calls us to Himself softly and tenderly, watching and waiting for us. Please join me in praying for our lost young people and the babies they have brought into this world. Please pray for HIs intervention in their lives and protection for the children, ALL the children who are so helpless. Please pray for mercy, for love, and for a hedge of thorns to protect them all.