Sometimes situations are so fragile and potentially life changing, I don’t want to add my prayer opinions. When I don’t know God’s will for someone’s situation, that’s the time I have to throw my faith into the hands of the Holy Spirit.
” . . .there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she broke the box, and poured (it) on his head. And there were some that had indignation within themselves, and said, Why was this waste of the ointment made? For it might have been sold for more than three hundred pence, and have been given to the poor.” (Mark 14 3-5)
This sacrifice of love that Mary brought was not understood by those around her, but Jesus called what she did “a good work” and said “wherever this gospel shall be preached . . .what she has done shall be spoken of for a memorial of her.” (vs 8-9)
What if the alabaster box represents the vehicle of prayer; and the spikenard represents what we pray? When Mary bowed before Jesus, she didn’t talk . . . she wept.
More and more, I find myself wordless before God. I am cautioned about what I say in prayer when I’m not sure what God’s will is. That’s why I am so, so thankful for the Holy Spirit, who knows the mind and will of the Father, who knows the plans He has for that person, and who’s love far surpasses mine.
The others in the room that day with Jesus, were quite half-hearted. It was customary to wash the feet and anoint the head of a guest. They didn’t bother. At best, it was just plain rude. They didn’t truly understand who they were entertaining.
As talkative as I am naturally, more and more I am speechless when I approach Jesus. He knows all, sees all. He loves those we pray for more than we can fathom.
Do you find yourself speechless when you come before God in prayer? Perhaps tears alone are the sweetest form of worship. Perhaps the only words we need to choose are: “Yes, God.”
Father, thank you for sending Your Holy Spirit. Help us to yield to Him and let Him pray through us, O Lord. Amen.
The Little Clock That Couldn’t Tock
This little book was written for children of all ages. It is a gentle story about a little clock, named Tick, who was all too aware of what was lacking in her life. She tried with all her might to do her best, but failed to fix what was wrong. Tick receives an answer to her prayers when Old Doc Clock brings her just what she needs.
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