Daddy Let’s Pray

This month my husband has a birthday. It is a big one! Last week his cousin sent a story she found written by Gene’s mother in 1964 about an incident from 1945. My Mother-in-law loved to write and share stories of how God worked in the lives of her family. We have many of them, but this one is special. She wrote it in the voice of her husband because it is his true story. It is long, but worth the read. With little editing, I want to share it with you. (The image is a google image and not the actual place of the story.)

The river was aimlessly winding its way down stream at the rock quarry. It was a perfect day along this riverbank where I loved to come to meditate. I felt closer to God there among His handiwork of nature. The water was crystal clear flowing over the rock bottom. Often big fish would come down stream and one could almost catch them with their hands.

Other times, when the gates of the dam were open upstream, the water came rushing along in torrents, seemingly in such a hurry to join other rivers far beyond. But the sound of the water was so fascinating as it rushed on its way.

I went to the rock quarry with my pick shovel to dig out layer upon layer of the most beautiful colored sandstone. Perhaps it had lain in this place thousands of years for it was the Master’s hand that formed all those different shapes, colors, and formations.

Builders had contracted me to furnish sandstone for those beautiful stone houses they were building. This place was like a sanctuary to me. This was where I could sing at the top of my voice, laugh, cry, and worship my God for there was no one near for miles. Often, I would look up to the sky and visualize one day soon my Lord would come and stand, over there, beyond that knoll. I was constantly looking for Him because His presence was so real.

One day I brought my small four-year-old son, Gene, with me. He would play along the bottom of the quarry throwing rocks into the river. To him this was like a picnic as we would bring our lunch. When he got tired, he would lay down in the seat of the truck or on a blanket on the grass and go to sleep. On this day I was digging out stone under a big overhanging cliff. Some days I would place a stick of dynamite far back under the rock to get the dirt and scrap out, but this day the stone was coming out in such beautiful layers of rock, all I had to do was put in a wedge and pry it up.

Suddenly, my small son, Gene, came running to where I was working and said, “Daddy, let’s pray!”

“Well sure son in just a minute we will.” I thought it was nice that my son wanted to pray, but this stone was coming out so easy that I hated to stop. Little Gene went on and played a little while longer. Finally, he came running over where I was under the cliff. Emphatically he repeated, “Daddy lets pray!” This time I listened thinking, “This is wonderful. If my child wants to pray that badly, then I better stop and pray with him because I always taught him prayer was important.

Gathering my tools, I went over by the riverbank and knelt down. While we were praying, without any sound or warning, the entire side of the overhanging cliff came crashing down into the bottom of the quarry. Tons and tons of rock and dirt fell covering the exact place where I had been working.

Needless to say, I really did pray then! This had been no childish whim but had been the divine hand of God using a child for both our protection. So overwhelmed with thankfulness to God, I really did laugh, cry, and praise Him.

While we were still kneeling, my nephew arrived at the quarry. As he came down the hillside and saw us kneeling, he looked at all the tons of rock in the quarry and stopped short. He asked, “Why did you put all that dirt and rock down there?” With a choked-up voice, I answered him, “I didn’t…God did!” We were so happy that God protected us, we cried tears of joy.

We had many experiences that summer. This place had truly become God’s sanctuary to me. I know God saved both my son, Gene, and I for a purpose.

Now many years have passed since that day. As I reminisce over the goodness of God and His protecting hand, I feel that my son and I both owe a debt of gratitude to God. God saved our life that day. Now the least we can do is dedicate our lives back to God.

Written by Priscilla Davis Grounds for Murl Grounds

In later years, Murl Grounds became a minister of the Gospel and Gene Grounds became ordained into the ministry as a Crisis Chaplain.

 

 

When Silence Hurts

It seemed God was silent—that our cries were not being heard. We prayed for a year for healing of our loved one, but God did not answer in the way we wanted. Have you ever felt that way? Have you in desperation cried out to Jesus on behalf of a son, daughter or loved one only to feel you had no response from Him at all or an undesired response? In those moments, it would be so easy to give up and doubt God. But even in those moments of perceived silence that cause pain, God is there. He is listening.

Perhaps He is waiting for something that has not yet occurred. That is why it is so important to press on, to be persistent in speaking to Jesus in prayer and believing by faith that He will supply the answers to prayers for others.

As Jesus went from place-to-place teaching, the Scribes and Pharisees constantly confronted him as they tried to discredit Him. He was not only teaching but performing miracles of healing. Power exuded from Him as His word healed. All Jesus had to do was speak a word, and it was so. He did not need to be in the presence of what His word commanded for it to be so.

Such was the case when a mother approached Him desperately seeking help for her daughter. She was a Gentile woman whose daughter was possessed. She knelt before Jesus asking Him to help her, believing that He could heal her daughter. But Jesus was silent. (Matthew 15:23) Yet, in the pain from His silence, the woman persisted. Jesus then saw faith in her persistence and said, “Oh woman, great is your faith. Be it done for you as you desire”. (Matthew 15:28) The daughter was not present in this scene. But Jesus spoke from a distance, and it was so. In that moment, healing took place.

Perhaps you have been praying for someone with a desperate need for Jesus. This story in Matthew 15 encourages us to press on, to never give up, to be persistent and believe by faith that Jesus will address the situation when the time is right. In fact, He intercedes by His Spirit for the saints. He will answer as God’s word tells us — “according to God’s will”. (Romans 8:27) How awesome is that! Jesus prays for us. We can trust Him to do what is best for the ones being prayed for, even when it is not what we expect.

“…and her daughter was healed from that very hour.” (Matthew 15:28b, NKJV)

(This is an excerpt from the upcoming Bible study, Embracing Faith. Watch for it soon.)

Who is Trustworthy?

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In a world of political upheaval, violence and sexual assault and now a pandemic, the question becomes – who is trustworthy? In the book, Rock Solid Trust, the answer is given for where to turn when trust is shattered beyond human repair. It leads you to the One who was, is and always will be trustworthy, and that is God Himself.

To some, it may seem to be a trite answer, yet I know these things to be true:
• When you suffer, He gives comfort.
• When you feel betrayed, He gives confidence.
• When you are exhausted, He gives strength.
• When you feel lost, He leads the way.
• When you feel threatened, He gives courage and peace.

In all these things, He is everywhere present and always present in your life as you turn to Him. And because He is our refuge and strength, a very present help in time of trouble, we can turn to Him with any need or condition. He will always be there for us though we may feel abandoned by others. “The Lord will not forsake His people or abandon His heritage.” Psalm 94:14 (HSCB)

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