originally written March 2007
...pray for each other so that you may be healed.
The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.
-James 5:16 -
My usual chauffeuring schedule back in 2007 included taking our third son, Ian, to his high school around 7:30A.M. while I left Isabella at home with our eldest son, Phil, who did not normally leave for school until later in the day. As soon as I got home from taking Ian, I prepared Isabella for school and then I took her around 8:30A.M. But on Thursdays, during the spring quarter of 2007, Phil left for school before 8A.M. requiring that Isabella come with me when I took Ian to school. Then we returned home to prepare before I drove her to school. Isabella used to get a little car sick this early in the morning. When we got home on this particular Thursday, she said: "I don't feel very well, Mommy." I paused and said: "Let me pray over you." And I prayed a brief prayer of healing for her. Shortly after my prayer she said: "Mommy I'm feeling so much better. Thanks for the prayer." So off we went to school.
I went about my day and met with my new friend, Tessie, who came with me to my 9:30A.M, dance class. Then we had a blessed fellowship over coffee. Not long after that, it was time for me to pick Ian up from "minimum day". Then Phil arrived home after his first class, since his next class was not until 3pm. We had a wonderful mother/son bonding time over lunch at Yanagi Sushi. Then I cleaned the house for a bit, and before I knew it, it was time to pick Isabella up from school. Time certainly flew especially my day had been fun and fruitful thus far.
During our drive from school to home, Isabella and I normally talked about her day while we enjoyed the beautiful view of Pismo Beach. Many times the awesome view made us pause in silence allowing us to absorb and savor the beauty of nature. In our short moment of silence, I inadvertently uttered out loud to myself: "I'm not feeling very well." Isabella's precious voice from the backseat: "You just need prayer, Mommy, and you'll feel much better. Let me prayer: Dear God, please let my Mommy feel better, she's the most wonderful Mommy. In Jesus' name I pray. Amen."
Needless to say, I felt heavenly after my precious backseat angel's prayer.
My soul, overpowered with a sense of spiritual ecstasy,
seemed to have soared to heaven
to give an ever so tight embrace
to the One who makes all things possible
for bestowing heavenly moments such as this
for His unfathomable sovereignty, goodness, and mercy.
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