“Ask, and it shall be given you. Seek, and ye shall find. Knock and it shall be opened unto you. For every one that ask, receives, and he that seeks finds; and to him that knocks, it shall be opened.” (Matthew 7:7)
For over a year now, I have followed a particular blog. You might have read it too. This blog is about a little girl named Hope. She passed away five months ago from a congenital heart disease. She spent most of her life in the hospital. Hope was only 13 lbs when she died even though chronologically, she was over a year old. I remember praying daily for her. I would start each day reading her mom’s blog to see how Hope was doing. Then one day, I opened my facebook and found out that Hope had passed away. Her mom barely made it in time to hold her as she passed. It was truly one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through, even though I had never met baby Hope. It is an amazing story though and one that lifts God up at every point in Hope’s journey.
The reason I am thinking of Hope tonight was that my third son just turned two which means that we have been hospital free for over a year now. He had pneumonia when he was born and was kept inside an incubator attached to intravenous and oxygen. I was a new mom and I wasn’t allowed to touch him. It was heartbreaking for me. We would have visitors who would come to the hospital but were not allowed to visit him. My heart broke as I sat beside his incubator and watched his little lungs work so hard to breathe in spite of the disease cursing his body. I remember the moments I broke down and cried out to God for help. I remember sending people message after message asking for prayers because there was so much that remained unknown.
I remember sitting in my hospital room praying for him with the minister from my church. For the first 48 hours, he just kept getting worse. He ended up puncturing his lung within the first 24 hours. The doctor told me he punctured his lung because he had been crying so hard while they changed the IV. I was heartbroken.
I was given passes that allowed me to leave the hospital. So I went home the second night, after he had reached his most critical point. I needed to be held. I needed at that point to be able to hold my other kids and just have a break from the hospital. I left the hospital heartbroken and in reality, I was a mess. I got home and my kids were in bed so I went and lay beside my husband. He wrapped me in his arms while he prayed. He told God that there was nothing we could do. We couldn’t make our newborn son better and it hurt knowing we were not able to hold him.
The next morning I headed back down to the hospital. This time, I felt more at peace and refreshed. As I was driving, I remembered that I had purchased a new cd. I set the radio to it and the first song that came on was “This is where the healing begins” by Tenth Avenue North. I immediately felt like God was in control of the whole situation and when I got back to the hospital, I was told that little Oliver had a wonderful night. He had turned the corner. His chest tube was coming out and within 8 hours, I would be able to hold my son.
Today, we went to a new church and the topic was prayer. The pastor was a guest speaker and he listed six reasons why prayer has to be the first step in any move we make. The central point that he kept coming back to was that God cannot work in our lives if we don’t pray. He wants us to pray. Indeed, prayer and communion with our Saviour is such a vital part of our relationship with Him. Hearing this message, it made total sense to me.
If I went without speaking to any of my friends or family, then our relationship(s\ would never grow. We would never have anything lasting to cherish nor would they or I ever be able to grow together. This is also true when it comes to God. The exception with our Lord is that He knows what I need. But if I don’t ask Him for His direction, and tell Him my heart’s desire, then He can’t work in my life.
He wants you to pray to Him. It doesn’t have to be eloquent or a speech. In my darkest moments, when I have called out to God for help, like when we prayed for our little Oliver, there was nothing eloquent about it. It was heartfelt and pure though, and God answered my prayer for our little boy to grow healthy and strong.