The room was dark and still. She lay sleeping peacefully, her arms cradling the pillow, the comforter tucked around her to ward off the chill coming through the slightly opened window.
She stirred and a troubled look crossed her face. Rubbing her eyes, she turned to look at the clock. 4 am? It wasn’t time to get up yet. She turned over and pulled the covers back up to her chin. Her eyes refused to close. She sat up and pulled the comforter around her. Something was wrong… somewhere. An ill-defined sense of unease crept over her. She rested her elbows on her knees beneath the comforter, holding the material tightly in her fists as she rested her head against her hands. “Lord, I don’t know what’s going on, but, I just feel like I should pray awhile,” she whispered into the dark stillness of the room.
She started praying for the needs she knew about, and before long the burden that had awakened her became clear. She began to pray for the people of God – those she knew and those she didn’t know – that they would be moved to draw closer to God, that they wouldn’t be complacent and lukewarm, that a fire would be kindled within them – that they would serve God with passionately and fervently, that nothing would move them from the things God gave them, that they would be able to hold fast to God – no matter what the future held, no matter what the cost.
As she prayed, the room grew brighter and brighter. Time had passed, and the day had begun. She ended her spoken prayer as she realized she needed to get ready for the day, but the cry of her heart did not cease. She wanted God’s people to prosper, to do well spiritually, to move forward, and that prayer wouldn’t stop within her. The burden was still there. As she got ready, as she left for work, as she arrived at work and went about the rest of her day, that prayer continued from her heart. She prayed that God would help others to take up the burden, that his people would prosper and his work would move forward.
At the end of her day, she again sought the throne of God in prayer, but now she wasn’t alone. Others had found the burden and were carrying it to God in prayer, too. As they agreed together, still others caught the call and began to pray…
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