“I pray for you every single day.”
The weight of those seven words tempt me to pull the car into a nearby parking lot. Why? Because I know she means it.
You see, the woman on the other end of the phone is an incredibly talented writer. I have no doubt we’ll one day be reading her delightful stories to Piper — but the significance of her daily prayers for me, and for other writers, is found in the fact that she and her husband suffer from great physical pain, yet we are on her mind every day.
Her seven words were timely — only God knew to what extent — but isn’t that the beauty of continual prayer?
How ironic that our conversation occurred one day prior to the two year anniversary of my grandmother’s passing. She too prayed for me on a daily basis and reminded me of it often. I’d forgotten the power those seven words held until I heard them again yesterday.
God’s mighty hand moves in power when we pray — and it surges forth when we share with others specific ways we’re praying for them.
Who are we praying for on a regular basis and when’s the last time we told them?