Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Cry Out to God

In my ladies group, I am leading a study on prayer.  In our meeting tonight I was struck at how much we are all growing in our prayer life and in our walk with God.  As I drove home I was thinking about the daily prayer guide that Dad and I wrote together for my church several years ago.  There was one segment that Dad wrote and sent me that I did not include in the guide.  Not because I did not like it but it just did not fit into the book that the guide was accompanying.  I would like to share it with you.  Here is what Dad wrote in his e-mail to me:

It seemed to me you may have taken material from different sections. Thats OK, I will just send you what ever I get done and you can redo as needed to fit your program.
Here is one I wrote today: (you may recognize it)
A killer storm was brewing out in the Pacific, heading toward the Island of Guam. The missionary and his family boarded up their windows and made preparations as best they could.
Family devotions were being conducted when the raging winds began ripping the roof off and the ceiling lifted up and waffled before settling down again. The missionary knew the roof, ceiling and all was going to go and began to make preprations for his family to be safe, when his daughter came running up to him saying, "Let's pray daddy, let's pray." The missionary told her to pray and pray she did. She cried out to God asking Him to save us, and protect us from the howling wind.  He felt it necessary to get mattresses nailed into place with books stacked up forming pillars to hold the mattress up in case something fell on top of the children.
The last nails were driven and the children safely under the matress when the roof was completely blown away by winds that exceded 200 MPH. The wind blew the back door in, cabinets flew open, and a big piano was flung across the room. But God kept the family safe from all harm.
In times of distress, CRY OUT TO GOD! The Israelites did it numerous times and God saved them. Apply Psa. 107:6 and 107:31

Of course, this was autobiographical.  The missionary in this story was my Dad and the little girl was me.  God brought us through that harrowing night as only God can! 

Psalm 107:6 (New Living Translation)

Lord, help!” they cried in their trouble,
    and he rescued them from their distress.

Psalm 107:31 (New Living Translation)

Let them praise the Lord for his great love
    and for the wonderful things he has done for them.

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