We often say, “Well, the least I can do is pray.”
That statement is such an insult to our wonderful, powerful God, who, in His wisdom and divine providence, is moved by our prayers to perform what we often consider “miracles.”
Why do we wait so long to pray for or about anything when God is ready to act on our behalf?
As many of you know, my 94-year-old mother was placed in a nursing home about a month ago when she could no longer walk, making it impossible for me to care for her 24/7. (She had been living with my husband and me for the last 15 years.)
Unfortunately, the only opening to place her was in a home almost an hour’s drive from my house, which was wearing me to a frazzle just trying to get to see Mom three or four times a week.
Mom has also been scared and disoriented with so many strange faces and the strange environment. Her dementia has worsened, and she’s losing weight because she’s not eating well. She’s down to about 90 pounds.
My mother’s 92-year-old sister, Dot, has been in another nursing home for the last year. She also is wheelchair bound. She and Mother have not seen each other for about five months, and they both miss each other terribly.
My church, family, and friends have been praying that either:
1. Mom would get moved to the place where her sister is OR
2. Mom would be moved to a home only six miles from where I live.
I have wonderful news about my mother. Lord willing, next Monday or Tuesday, she’s being moved into the same room as her sister at the other nursing home, RiverWoods in Lewisburg, PA. It’s about 12-15 minutes closer to my house.
I can’t thank the Lord enough for arranging this because my hands were tied, and it looked hopeless that Mom would ever be moved from where she is now. Both nursing homes in which I was interested kept telling me there was no room.
But here’s how God did it. My Aunt Dot’s roomie was a Christian, and last Monday, God took her to Heaven to make room for my mother to be with Aunt Dot.
Prayer changes things, and yours helped. Thank you, friend.