Recently, a good friend’s husband was involved in an accident.  Many who saw footage of the wreckage on our local news were astonished, as was I, that he survived the impact of the tractor trailer.  We are all convinced that God’s protective hand was covering him because he is alive.

I received word of the accident through a text message from a close friend.  As soon as I was able, I called to find out what was happening.  ”All I can do is pace the floor.” was her response because she knew our sister friend was devastatingly worried for her husband.  My knees went to the floor and immediately began to pray for His healing and comfort on behalf of my friends.  And the news of our brother in Christ spread like wildfire in our community and church family.  And undoubtedly, prayers rang out to our Father’s ears.  Prayers were answered. His surgery a success and no longer in ICU.  Recovery: timeless; but support of friends: priceless.

It was on the same day friends of mine were getting ready to bury their loved one.  They were already in my thoughts and prayers but the tragic news of our friend in an accident perhaps could be too much for their already weary hearts and minds.  And again, prayer rang out.  And God listened and comforted by surrounding my dear friends with family and friends who gave hugs and words of encouragement.

On this very same day, my recently found high school friend called.  Her father was back in the hospital and this time the family was told that there wasn’t any more to be done for his condition.  My heart broke.  I wanted to put my arms around her and let her know that everything would be alright.  Unable to do more, I knelt and prayed.  Once again, God heard the prayer and outstretched an answer to my friend in need.  Her brother is coming home from Boston to help leaving his job and wife behind.  More of an answer she expected in her time of need.

As I look back on that one day’s events and the days that followed, I witnessed Christ over and over again.  He was there when praying friends showed up to deliver food for our sister and her family in the surgery waiting room.  He was there pointing out sweet memories of a loved one.  He walked the room with a pacing friend.  He carried bad news and brought home much needed help.  He was there every time a prayer rang out upon our Father’s ears.  He was shouldering the tears of my friends.  He comforted them when He graced the doorway as every visiting friend entered the room.  Jesus, sweet Jesus, sat in the waiting, hospital, and funeral home rooms holding hands with those with tear streaked faces.

Because of praying friends…..Jesus was there.

God Bless….

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