The child cries terrified alone at home as the thunderclaps explode. When Daddy comes home, he crawls up into his lap, into his hug, and the sobs subside. His fears erase because Daddy protects him.
Prayer is more than making requests. It is being with God. We are children; He, our Father. Remember that part of the Tabernacle was called the “tent of meeting,” meeting with God. Now Moses used to take a tent and pitch it outside the camp some distance away, calling it the “tent of meeting.” Anyone inquiring of the LORD would go to the tent of meeting outside the camp — Ex. 33:7 NIV.
Climb up into the Lord’s lap and your fears will subside. Just be with Him and forget about your troubles here on Earth. Forget about the thunderclaps that strike unknown terrors in your heart. You’re with Daddy; nothing is horrifying anymore. Rest and trust, embraced by His love. This, too, is prayer.
It is good to be in His embrace. I need to be in His embrace.
My sweet sister is in a Muslim country and just put a post on our blog and it broke my heart! Our single daughter is with a missionary team in a Muslim country. We are a a full time ministry family here in America. As I pray for my precious dear loved ones taking Jesus to countries that do not want Him I also I pray for …Oh God, help America before God judges her!
I wish I could be a misionary in a muslim, or otherwise, “closed” nation. I will pray for you gusy!