Ps 55:17 Morning, noon, and night I cry out my distress, and the Lord hears my voice.
Never underestimate the power you have when you call on God. Motherhood can be difficult and I have spent many anxious evenings and nights praying for our children. As teens, our boys just didn’t see the value of following the rules. Our youngest wanted a popular and expensive Starter Jacket. Against our better judgement, we bought it for him for Christmas. Our area was safe, but some neighborhoods near us were not. I remember telling him to be very careful where he went when wearing the jacket.
One evening, while he was out with friends, I felt a sudden urge to pray for him. I went to my bedroom, cried out to God and shed an abundance of tears until I felt that everything was all right. He came home a bit later than usual and went straight to his room. The next day, I asked if anything happened the night before. With a strange look on his face, he said, “No.”
Weeks later, I noticed he wasn’t wearing his jacket and questioned him. He said that he forgot it at a friend’s house. It took him a few more weeks before he told me that the night he was out with friends he was robbed and the jacket was taken at gunpoint. I told him about my urgent need to pray that night. His response surprised me. “I knew you were praying, that’s why the guy never shot us, he just threatened it. When he held the gun to my head, I prayed, ‘God please forgive me of my sins and don’t let me die. I don’t want my parents to go through that. After praying, I was comforted that everything would work out.
Twenty years later, we still talk about that incident and the power of prayer.