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Prayers

I wonder how many times we think our prayers have gone unanswered when in reality God just said no? We expect, in our own selfish human way, that God wants for us what we want for ourselves. But His perfect reasoning doesn't mean that we always get what we want. That's true of the big things or the small things.

My little three-year-old cousin was diagnosed last week with leukemia. The doctors think she'll eventually be okay. Researchers have made great strides. After six to eight months of treatment and another two or so years, she'll be fine. We're grateful. Still, we pray. That all will be well. For strength for her parents and siblings. For comfort during the long journey ahead. For a healing that is far from assured.

So many people are hurting right now. Solid jobs have vanished. Homes are lost. Medical issues are left untreated because insurance payments take a backseat to food and housing. Our world is in scary turmoil. So we pray. Because God controls it all. He has the power to change anything and everything, to turn our life situations from bad to good. And sometimes He says no.

We wonder how this God of compassion and love could allow so much hurt. Yet, He never promised smooth sailing on sunny seas. We forget that. What He promised was to always be with us, no matter what. He promised strength and guidance, an anchor in the storm that surrounds us. So we pray. Because we know deep inside that He will never leave us or forsake us. We pray because He hears us and surrounds us with His love and His strength.
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