We’ve had a lot of craziness in our lives recently. I’ve had a major project at work reach its climax. I started taking care of a friend’s little boy 4 days a week, in addition to my own munchkins. Any routine or schedule I’d been fighting for has been thrown to the wind.
Last Tuesday, I came the closest to having a productive, normal day I’ve come in several weeks. It seemed we were finding a rhythm. I managed to get a few things done around the apartment. I managed to get some work done on my project. I got all the little ones tucked in for naps.
And then the phone rang. And after only a matter of moments, my world as I knew it was turned upside down. I was left, struggling to breathe between the sobs. (And I will write more about this change soon.)
The rest of the day was a fight to take care of the children and not alarm them, even though I only wanted to lock myself in the bathroom and cry. It was a fight to face my friend when she came for her son and not come off as a deranged nutcase she should never have entrusted her child too. It was a fight to be present when my husband came home, to not crawl into bed and refuse to come out.
In the middle of the fog and chaos and discouragement descending on me, I received this Facebook message:
I got up this morning around 6:30 to have my time with the Lord . . . I couldn’t get comfortable in my spirit . . . your face came before me in prayer . . . Please know that someone who really doesn’t know you other than saying hello in the parking lot was going before God for you . . .
God knew what my day held, and He stirred someone who is basically a stranger to spend the morning in prayer for me. Why was it a stranger? Why not a friend or my pastor or my own husband? I don’t know. I don’t care.
Or maybe I know a little. Because in the days that have followed, I have often felt like maybe God has forgotten me, maybe He doesn’t see me. It wouldn’t be that odd for someone I know to think of me in prayer. But in moving the heart of a stranger on my behalf, the very day my soul was crushed, He emphatically declared that He does indeed see and know and has not forgotten.
This is my only hope right now, and I am clinging to it tightly.
And perhaps you, friend, have endured a heartache and disappointment recently. Perhaps you feel abandoned or forgotten. Tonight, I whisper a prayer that your eyes would be opened, that astonishing signs would be sent your way to have an assurance that He sees and He knows and He’s moving on your behalf.