(Seize the Day)
Late at night, after everyone's
asleep, there's something I like to do. To my knowledge,
no one knows I do this. I'm a night owl. I'm usually still
not tired at 1:30, but I often make myself go to bed because
I know I need the rest (since my eyes pop open like clockwork
at 5:56). So, at night, while everyone else sleeps away,
I put my plan into action. Over the past few years, I've
often taken time to go in to my children's rooms while
they were sleeping and pray over them. It's been a very
meaningful time with the Lord. I know for certain that
there's warfare going on for the souls of my children
and Lygia's prayers and my prayers are critical if they're
going to turn out right.
Tonight was unusually hard.
We've had a lot of trauma in our lives lately.
You see, four of my five homegrown children, in contrast
to our five adopted children, have been diagnosed with
various bone and/or tendon diseases. No one knows why.
As I prayed over Brooklyn,
I was reminded of the conversation Lygia and I had earlier.
Ever since we moved to St. Louis, the enemy has hammered
us unceasingly. But for the past three months or so, his
attacks on Brooklyn's health have been unrelenting. Today
she had great difficulty breathing - she kept hyperventilating.
She sadly said that since she can't breathe, she can't
sing. Singing is her life…her calling. Lygia and I recognized
that it's because she sings with such a pure heart and
sings unto the Lord that the enemy is trying to silence
her. We see the enemy's fingerprints all over this. So
we prayed for her. I prayed over her. I pleaded with God
to bind the enemy and the spirit of sickness from her.
But still, she struggles to breathe…to go to school…to
While I prayed from kid-to-kid,
I was aware that I was standing in the gap for them…and
kneeling between them and an enemy intent on destroying
them. I knew there were demons hovering behind me, swords
drawn and ready to destroy their little lives. I also
knew God had my back, so I prayed. For some, I prayed
for their salvation; for others I prayed for spiritual
growth, for them to follow God's will and ways, for their
future mates, for their characters to develop to the fullness
of Christ, and for their physical healing.
I laid my hands on my wife
and prayed for her, too. She was so tired, so distraught
over all we've been through, and still weak from sickness
and surgery. I prayed that God would strengthen and encourage
her. What a trooper she's been…and, oh, such a blessing
to all who know her. Thank you, Lord, for a godly wife.
But, for some reason, when
I came to my little 10-year-old boy, Jonah, I lost it.
I must admit, I've been pretty stoic through his nine
broken bones, all his tests, his week-long hospital stay
at Shriners, and his diagnoses. But tonight, as I saw
him lying there with his huge, tendon-stretching boots
on, it hit me. A flood of memories washed through my mind
of him and me doing things together: canvassing neighborhoods,
playing ball and Frisbee, swimming, running, playing,
wrestling, and carpentry; all the fun things fathers and
sons do together - but realizing many of those things
we won't get to do anymore.
But why? Why is the enemy
hitting him so hard with these sicknesses and diseases?
Perhaps it's because he's our resident evangelist. He
used to go door-to-door most every Wednesday inviting
neighbors to our in-home Bible study. He set up a table
on the curb, flagged down cars, and gave a Bible to everyone
who would stop. He loves the Lord and loves people; and
Jonah, whose name means "peace," wants them
all to know the Prince of Peace. I couldn't stop
weeping before the Lord as I poured out my heart and pleaded
to Him to heal my son. I realize if He doesn't, Jonah
may spend more time in his wheelchair than out.
The words to Mark Shultz'
song, He's My Son, raced through my mind:
down on my knees again tonight, I'm hoping this prayer
will turn out right.
there is a boy that needs Your help, I've done all
that I can do myself.
mother is tired, I'm sure You can understand;
night as he sleeps, she goes in to hold his hand,
she tries not to cry, as the tears fill her eyes.
You hear me? Am I getting through tonight?
You see him? Can You make him feel all right?
You can hear me, let me take his place somehow;
he's not just anyone, he's my son.
late at night I watch him sleep, I dream of the boy
he'd like to be.
try to be strong and see him through, but God who
he needs right now is You.
him grow old, live life without this fear.
would I be, living without him here.
so tired and he's scared, let him know that You're
You hear me? Can You see him?
don't leave him, he's my son.
Whenever I hear that song,
I distinctly hear the Father speaking back to me, comforting
me and encouraging me. He often does that for us, doesn't
He? Listen to His call…
You hear Me? Am I getting through tonight?
You see Him? In My Son, all things turn out right!
can hear Me, let Me take your pain somehow;
He's not just anyone, he's My Son.
Can you hear Him?
He's trying to encourage you. Do you listen to Him speak
when you pray, or do you do all the talking? He's perfectly
aware of every facet of your life: all the problems, all
the turmoil, the broken dreams, the sleepless nights.
Have you ever stopped to
think that, more often than not, all of our problems send
us running to God? You see, His great desire is to be
your Father; your daddy, really. He longs
to hold you tightly and pull you close to His heart. But
your heart must be soft towards Him…and you must let
Him hold you tightly. Only then can everything truly be
all right. So, concerning our problems and the fact that
they move us towards God, could they really be His blessings
You know, for many years,
when I woke up in the morning, most everything was just
the same as it was when I went to bed the night before.
It's not like that anymore. With all the changes and challenges
and problems that crop up each day now, and realizing
from experience that life may be hugely different tomorrow
than it is today, I am learning to truly savor every moment,
to live life to the fullest; to understand that the prize
is not some distant thing that I will one day attain at
the end of some journey, the prize is the journey,
the daily privilege of waking up to my dear friends and
precious family; and walking with God. Life's a vapor,
it's fleeting. Live every moment to the fullest…and be
sure you hear Him!
Diem Deus! Seize
do you know what your life will be like tomorrow?
Your life is like the morning fog - it's here a little
while, then it's gone.
James 4:14 (NLT)
Man is like
His days are like a passing shadow.
Psalm 144:4 (NKJV)
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