Friday, September 9, 2011
Friday Chain Mail
Some bloggers have Friday Military Wife Fill in's, some have Friday Photo Dump, I am going to have Friday Chain Mail this week. If you send me a chain email it will probably be deleted, not forwarded not kept and honestly sometimes not even read, but every now and then one of them captures my intrigue and this did just that and I am sharing.
MOM'S EMPTY CHAIR
A woman's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her mother. When the minister arrived, he found the woman lying in bed with her head propped up on two pillows..
An empty chair sat beside her bed. The minister assumed that the woman had been informed
Of his visit... I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?' said the mother. The minister told her his name and then remarked, 'I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up...' 'Oh yeah, the chair,' said the bedridden woman 'Would you mind closing the door?' Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
'I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter,' said the woman.
'But all of my life I have never known how to pray. At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head...'
I abandoned any attempt at prayer,' the old woman continued, until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, ' Prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus.
Here is what I suggest..
'Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair.
It's not spooky because he promised, 'I will be with you always'..
'Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now.'
'So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day.
I'm careful though . If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm.'
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old woman to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with her, anointed her with oil, and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her mama had died that afternoon.
'Did she die in peace?' he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, she called me over to her bedside, told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek.
When I got back from the store an hour later, I found her .
But there was something strange about her death.
Apparently, just before mom died, she leaned over and rested her head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?'
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, 'I wish we could all go like that.'
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water, He gave me an ocean.* I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden.* I asked God for a friend, He gave me YOU.* If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.*
Happy moments, praise God.*
Difficult moments, seek God.*
Quiet moments, worship God.*
Painful moments, trust God.*
Every moment, thank God.*
The title of this chain mail caught my attention and it's message captured my heart. If you ever sneak up on me while I think I am alone you will more than likely catch me talking to myself, most of the time outloud. I don't know why but I have done this for as long as I can remember, and yes my prayers are usually done outloud also as if I am having a conversation because I am that person who never got the whole prayer thing but having a conversation with someone is really pretty easy, even if I can't see Him I know He is there and always listening to me.
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