I Can Feel It
I hear the words of a song my dad and I both used to sing. Except this time I can actually feel them. “Somebody’s praying I can feel it. Somebody’s praying for me. Mighty hands are guiding me to protect me from what I can’t see. Lord, I believe. Lord I believe. Somebody’s praying for me.”
Earlier I felt like I was pinned to the ground. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make progress. No matter how much I tried to focus I couldn’t see forward. My body once again failed me. My mind once again thought I was drowning.
All through the night and day I was just trying to hold on to my sanity. Every now and then I would whisper a prayer for help. Then, came the mighty helper once again. He swooped in and ran away the hovering buzzards. He picked me up, cheered me up, and gave me the breakthrough I desperately needed. No, all my pain is not gone. But, thanks to the prayers of many God continues to breath life into my weary flesh.
“Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results.” James 5:16