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Thursday, December 6, 2018

A.S.A.P.

by Julie Brooks

I have always loved to pray!

I taught our kids to pray about doctor appointments, stomach aches, headaches, upcoming tests at school, something they had lost and couldn't find...anything...everything.

Prayer is a part of my day...God's Miracle Minutes! 💓

I feel that praying is such a privilege, which is why I feel honored to pray over each seat in our large worship center at Fellowship Church Grapevine every Sunday before the service. I walk up and down each row of seats, with my hands touching the back of every chair, to the left of me, my other hand on the seat to the right, praying twice over each seat. 

Of course, there is no magic in prayer, but God is with me as I pray...and there long after I pray.

God definitely brings things to my mind as I pray. For the 1 in 5 who will attend church that day, struggling with some form of mental illness, I pray for them, that they will not have a panic attack during the service, that if it were to happen, that God would provide someone who understands and would help them in that crisis.

I pray those with mental illness that attend will feel included in the service. For some suffering with anxiety, it might take several hours to build up enough courage to come into our church, because it is such a new experience.

I pray for those who attend that are not Christians, that God would speak directly to their hearts. I pray for those who are ill, those who are experiencing grief during this holiday season and beyond; I understand so well...missing our boy Carson. As we celebrate this Christmas season, songs about Mary and baby Jesus; they always bring tears.
I also pray for Martha, who used to come to church a year ago, who was in a wheelchair, not because of mental illness, but suffering still. 
She always had afghans covering her legs, and as I would take her hand, she would always say something of interest. Even one year later, I still pray for her and that she is doing well. 
 
Then there is sweet Luz, who is in a wheelchair because of paralysis. I pray for Luz every week.


I look forward to getting to church early to pray. It is such a blessing to know people will sit in the seats that God has allowed me the privilege to pray over!

Prayer changes EVERYTHING! 
I will punctuate that with a Hallelujah!!
 

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