UNCOMMON MIRACLE – PRAYER BLITZ
By Zoe M. McCarthy
So I stopped and petitioned God many times during the day and when I woke during the night. Not having been given any direction from the Lord, I prayed for my grandson’s safety, courage, boldness, faith, encouragement, and comfort; for guidance, and counseling for his future; and that he do what is right. I bombarded God with whatever funneled into my mind.
I counted on what Paul said in Roman’s 8:26. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes according to God’s will. (NIV)
This prayer blitz went on for days. I kept 1 Samuel 12:23a in the forefront of my mind: As for me, far be it from me that I should sin against the Lord by failing to pray for you. (NIV)
Almost two weeks after I answered God’s call to pray day and night, I received an email from my son titled: A Night in the ER. My son assured me my grandson suffered only minor injuries in a car-rolling accident. A photo followed. My grandson lay on an ER bed in a hospital gown and a neck brace. Wires spanned between him and monitors. My grandson’s smile was the only thing that calmed my spirit.
Then a photo arrived of the mangled car. A wooden fence stake was driven into the windshield on the passenger side where my grandson had sat. I learned the driver pushed the car’s speed and lost control. The car slid, crashed into a fence, and then rolled over and over.
The fence stake pierced my grandson’s leg a half inch from the artery in his groin. Many glass shards shot into his arm. The boy in the back wore no seatbelt, but had seconds during the slide to hook his feet under the seat in front of him. He received an eye socket injury when his head struck the car roof. The driver incurred less serious injuries.
How had my grandson and his two friends survived that mashed car? How had my grandson, covered with blood, exited the car on his own strength? This horrible accident had to be why God called me to pray for my grandson. Had my obedience to God’s directive made the difference between his life and death and that of his friends? What if I had disobeyed?
My grandson’s arm still has glass shards imbedded below his skin. I pray they remind him his survival was a miracle and only God can do miracles. As Romans 27 said above: the Spirit intercedes according to God’s will, and so I pray my grandson realizes God saved his life for a purpose.
Zoe M. McCarthy is a retired actuary turned full-time writer. Represented by Hartline Literary Agency, she spins contemporary Christian romances and short stories with helpings of humor. She has recently signed a contract on a romance novel.
Through her blog, Creative in Everything, she enjoys helping others find imaginative ways to engage people in their daily responsibilities.
Zoe and her husband live in mountainous Southwestern Virginia. They’ve raised two sons and enjoy playing with their five grandchildren. Creatively, of course.
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