Today I did something I have never done before with my Dad, in all my 43 years of life.
I prayed with him.
I asked him first, and he said yes, I’m so very glad he did.
I held his hand, my sister held his other. Just us three in the hospital room.
The words were there, but I had to take a deep breath before I could speak outloud. The emotions of this time were getting to me. The fear, sadness, and uncertainty. But I pulled through and although my voice was a little cracking at times I think it went OK.
I’m so very glad I could do this with my Dad. I’m thankful that after the prayer we were able to have a conversation that brought peace back to me and gave me a precious memory to have. I am thankful the fear did not win out. Moments like these will stay in the special box of my mind and heart.
Have you prayed with or over someone lately? I encourage you to put that on your to do list for the week. It’s a good thing.
Grace is a gift,