Today’s life story is from Randy Buhrow and he shares about the comfort of prayer. I can readily and wholeheartedly agree.
Just yesterday, we had a scare as parents. Brittany was in the hospital for migraine treatment and reacted badly to a new type of medication that they had given her. While standing in the trauma ward someone called and told us they were praying for us and even offered to come to the hospital and pray with us and for Brittany. It was so comforting and encouraging to know others were praying for us as we went through a difficult experience. Prayer is powerful … powerfully encouraging.
Pastor Todd said last week how when we’re surrounded by problems or swamped by “to-do’s,” it’s often our relationships that we cut back on–the very things that give significance to the work we’re doing. I know I do that, and I do it with prayer too, somehow hoping that God will understand that I don’t have time for Him right now. Why do we break away from the Ultimate Problem Solver, as well as the calming effect of acknowledging our relationship with Him just when we need it most?
I compeltely agree as well. But I oftentimes also find that the act of praying is comforting for myself. It’s almost like the actual act is calming. Does anyone else feel that way?