Somebody Prayed for Me

“Somebody prayed for me, had me on their mind, they took the time and prayed for me. I'm so glad they prayed, so glad they prayed. I'm so glad they prayed for me.” – Dorothy Norwood
 
I was sitting on the front row of my Systematic Theology class when I got the call that Dad had taken ill. Perhaps it was the tears that glossed over my eyes; maybe it was the slight tremor in my hands as I gathered my belongings or even the look of defeat on my face, but somehow somebody knew I needed prayer.
 
On my way from campus to the airport, a classmate texted me a video (see above) that left me speechless. Hand in hand (in the middle of class) my classmates stood praying and interceding on behalf of my family. I’d love to say this would have happened at any seminary or around any group of people, but I know that’s not the case. My location at the time of the call was completely ordained by God. You see, I could have been anywhere, in any class and around any group of people. Yet, God placed me in a room of intercessors who knew how to call on the name "Jesus."
 
I still receive calls, text messages, emails and cards from people expressing their prayers of hope and comfort. While I will never be able to fully articulate the depth of my gratitude, know that your prayers have contributed greatly to my livelihood and healing; know that your prayers have always and will always make a difference;  know that I do not take it for granted that you’ve taken the time to pray for my family and me. Thank you.