“They say Aslan is on the move – perhaps has already landed.”
-C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, Chapter 7
I am concerned for a loved one. My heart aches for this person. My spirit grieves. Not an hour goes by that I don’t pray for this someone. This person is the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning. Not a night passes that I don’t I fall asleep committing this loved one to the Lord’s care.
This morning, my heart was breaking. I cried out to the Lord and begged Him to intervene. I prayed Psalm 27 for several people who are facing daunting trials, but the words came most fervently when my loved one came to mind.
After breakfast, rather than leave for my morning errands as I had planned, I decided to wait and pray a bit more, read my Bible a little longer. I implored the Lord (again!) to answer my prayers for this person. I poured out my heart, did not hold anything back. I expressed frustration and fear, dismay and disappointment. I asked Jesus to work. I asked for help.
Just as I was about to leave, my phone rang. It was a precious, longtime friend of mine. She had a bit of encouragement for me in regard to this someone. We prayed together and again entrusted the situation to the Lord’s providence and care.
When I cannot do anything, God is surely able. When my heart is in turmoil, He gives peace. When I am overwhelmed with the details, God sees and knows the scope of it all. And, this morning when I most needed it, God answered a prayer for encouragement that I did not even realize I had prayed, deep groanings that did not go unattended.
It is no coincidence that I did not leave the house as early as I had planned. It is not mere happenstance that my friend called at the very moment I needed a fellow soldier to battle with me in prayer. Praise God!
Now I know. Aslan is on the move.
By His Grace and for the Gospel,
Terrie van Baarsel