I felt the nudge just as surely as if someone was speaking to me. It was about 4:30am and I was mid way through my prayers. My formula (if you can call it that) is pretty much the same every morning: I pray for my kids, my husband, our families, our friends and (esp these days) the world. I think I was about to “start on” my husband when I heard it..
I felt it – like a directive..
Pray for “THAT person.”
I’m sure I don’t need to elucidate.. we all have a “THAT person” in our lives, don’t we?
That pain in our ass,
that thorn in our side,
that mean and nasty irritant whose goal it seems is to spread misery.
Pray for “THAT person” was the message and (surprisingly) I just went ahead and did it.
And there it suddenly was.. plain as day
the hurt and sadness that was plaguing this person’s soul.
I couldn’t describe it to you, but oh man, I could feel it..
and I also felt something else:
What a strange (and unexpected) experience.
Now don’t misunderstand, I’m not going to call this person to chat or invite them to dinner..this isn’t that. This is nothing more (or less) than me asking God to glue their broken pieces together so that they can somehow find peace.
I have a feeling if this person finds peace, many others will too.