On the afternoon of June 12, 2012, my prayer began with "God, let her be alive!" Until that day I never cried out so desperately to God. This prayer coupled with sobs, continued to be my mantra for the length of my drive to the hospital which was 25 minutes away.
After finding that she was alive I began praying, "God please heal her. Please heal my baby." Road rash covered her body, she was broken and the future was uncertain yet somewhere in those first few hours the Holy spirit filled me with peace and my prayers became, "Whatever the outcome Lord, may this tragic event glorify you. YOUR will be done."
In the following days He enabled me to end each prayer, prayers for healing and prayers to be strengthened, with "May this glorify you. Your will be done." Friend, let me make one thing perfectly clear. Before the accident I had faith in God, I knew Him. But this faith, this hope, this ability to be able to pray "thy will be done"? This was not from my extraordinary faith and strength but from God. My faith that could be compared to the "faith of a mustard seed" was magnified by Him. Magnified so that others may see His goodness. Magnified so that all glory and honor would be given to Him.
This is the story that I want to share, this story that I have brewing in my head and scribbled down in various notebooks around the house. This story is all about Him. I'm not at liberty to share my daughter's story, that is her own to tell, and although this story is about how God met an ordinary mama in the halls and in the rooms and in the gardens of a hospital, it's not really a story about me either. My daughter and I are just the supporting characters. The story is about how God's provisions, His love, His strength, His goodness changed me. Friends, it's all about Him.
May my words glorify you, Father. Your will be done.
After finding that she was alive I began praying, "God please heal her. Please heal my baby." Road rash covered her body, she was broken and the future was uncertain yet somewhere in those first few hours the Holy spirit filled me with peace and my prayers became, "Whatever the outcome Lord, may this tragic event glorify you. YOUR will be done."
In the following days He enabled me to end each prayer, prayers for healing and prayers to be strengthened, with "May this glorify you. Your will be done." Friend, let me make one thing perfectly clear. Before the accident I had faith in God, I knew Him. But this faith, this hope, this ability to be able to pray "thy will be done"? This was not from my extraordinary faith and strength but from God. My faith that could be compared to the "faith of a mustard seed" was magnified by Him. Magnified so that others may see His goodness. Magnified so that all glory and honor would be given to Him.
This is the story that I want to share, this story that I have brewing in my head and scribbled down in various notebooks around the house. This story is all about Him. I'm not at liberty to share my daughter's story, that is her own to tell, and although this story is about how God met an ordinary mama in the halls and in the rooms and in the gardens of a hospital, it's not really a story about me either. My daughter and I are just the supporting characters. The story is about how God's provisions, His love, His strength, His goodness changed me. Friends, it's all about Him.
May my words glorify you, Father. Your will be done.
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth.
Luke 11:2
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