Amazed at the Mystery

There are mornings when we are awaken before the clock shatters the silence of a room possessed by sleep.  It is as if something or, Someone, has called us from the world of dreams to the world filled with reality.  Reality is that there are those around us have need of the prayers of others in the day that is dawning.  I have never been one who has professed understanding the spiritual dynamics of prayer.  I am not always sure how it makes a difference, but not knowing does not deter me from praying.  Jesus prayed.  The Word says pray.  It is enough for me.  I pray, too.    

I remember more than a few times when I have experienced getting through what I thought was insurmountable because I knew there were unseen faces calling my name as they experienced the presence of the Father.  I did not know then, nor do I know now how it is that prayers heard only by the Father's ears are enabled to make a difference in the life of another.  I can offer some of the rote answers, but at the end of the conversation, all I can really say with confidence is that it is holy mystery.  The deeper I go into the days of my life, the more I am convinced that life is all about God's grace and the mysterious way He blesses us with that grace.   

With such thoughts in my mind in these early hours when the sun lingers in the unseen realm, I have been awaken to pray.  There are people and needs which immediately come to mind.  There is stirring within me a sense that it is to pray for these folks in need that God spoke His awakening Word before the clock jarred me awake.  I am grateful to be a part of those who have been awaken today for prayer.  I offer my prayers to our merciful God Who will takes these feeble expressions of concern and use them for holy purposes.  I stand amazed at the mystery.