In The Corner

This morning I woke up and FELT like I was backed into a corner with all my fears and problems pounding me. Having been beat up like that literally in the 5th grade, it really FELT like I was that terrified little girl again, no hope, only fear....one blow after another. My husband is kind. He was waking up beside me and rolled over and complimented me. He knows I'm struggling with the unknowns of physical maladies, and still, he is gentle and says, "I love you, my love." often and with the deepest sincerity. I could hardly speak. The heaviness within me hurt. Finally, after many gentle kisses on my eyebrows I had the courage to say I'm in the corner getting beat up, I'm scared. He held me a little tighter and began to pray. And this is when a tiny beam of light entered our space. His first words were "Oh thank you Jesus for all you've given us..." the tightness began to release. His prayer of gratitude went to requests and then thanks again and trailed off into silly conversational words with Jesus and soon we were all chuckling and I not only FELT better I WAS better. I knew I was safe again.

Sometimes we can't muster the courage by ourselves to pray. This was a spiritual battle and I needed another's faith where mine was squashed.

Let us be tender, thoughtful, and kind.

Let us be quick to pray with one another when we realize they're in the corner.

Romans 8:26

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.