Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Privilege of Prayer~

For eighteen years, I was blessed to be addressed as "teacher". To me, this was not a title, or a name by which to be called, it was truly a term of endearment. As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a teacher. Now, as an adult, I realize this wasn't just the wish of a child, or an answer to the "what do you want to be when you grow up" question that children are often asked. It was indeed my spiritual calling. The Lord, himself, placed this desire in my heart.

As a teacher, I knew my calling was more than to simply teach my students how to read and write. It was more than instilling in them right from wrong. It even went beyond showing them the love of the Lord. My responsibility as their teacher also included praying for them...each of them....each and every single day.

Before the first footsteps were heard in the hall, before the first laugh or the first word echoed in my classroom, before the rush of the day, I would meet with the Lord in my room and pray for "my children". I would go from desk to desk, sitting in the chairs that would soon be home to these precious young hearts and minds. As I prayed, I talked to the Lord about each child specifically. Together, we shared the joys of achievements, the heartache of poor choices, and the concerns and issues of each little life.

At the end of the day, the Lord and I often met again. Once more, a tiny chair was the spot where I communed with the Lord. As I poured out my heart on behalf of these children, I felt the presence of the Lord fill our classroom. A place built for education became a cathedral of worship and divine intervention.

The Lord heard my prayers. I know he did. I could give you account after account of his faithfulness. No. My class didn't miraculously turned into "little angels". We still had our moments! But, our class was held in the hands of God, and his protection, guidance and loving care made all the difference.

Have you ever thought about the difference your prayers can make in the lives of others?

This morning as I was driving to work I heard a song that took me back to these sacred moments in my classroom. I've included it at the end of this post. As you listen to the words, may your eyes be opened to the people in your life who are in need of prayers from YOU. Never underestimate your calling in life.

Maybe you have been called to be a nurse. If so, as you minister to your patients each day, talk to the Lord about them in your heart.

Maybe you work as a cashier in a convenience store. As you handle your transactions, gently and intentionally hand over each customer to the Lord in prayer.

Perhaps you are a truck driver. Why not pray for each motorist you pass on the highway of life?

A stay at home mom? Perfect, pray for your family, then pray for another family you know who homeschools, too.

Whoever you are, whatever you do, you have been given the awesome privilege to pray for others. Don't take this privilege for granted. Others are depending on you.




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