marymcleary

Covering my angst with the soothing wisdom from my mother's prayer journals

A Praying Family and a Wooing Spirit

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003Every week after church, our oldest daughter and her family come for dinner. Last Sunday we were joined by one of my cousins, her husband and their middle daughter from across the state. The pot roast and vegetables were twice as tasty when served with good conversation and laughter.

The high school soccer player is interested in attending a local university so when the campus visit was arranged we were glad to have them stay with us for a few days.

My cousin comes from a family of strong believers. Her husband came to their family from a very different perspective, and when he talks about his faith walk, I am always amazed at how the Holy Spirit wooed the son of an Italian mother and a Jewish father.

But He did lead step by step from the Old Testament (“as a good Jewish boy”) through the four gospels (“while sitting at my wife’s bedside during each of four medical procedures”) to the eventual conviction that Christ died for everyone.

That realization eventually caused him to turn to his wife and say, “He died for me too?”

With a smile that matched her sweet spirit, she nodded.

The new Christian began a journey that took him to another job in a city that happened to have a synagogue for Messianic Jews which provided the prefect transition.

Eventually, God opened doors that led away from the synagogue and into a congregation in another city. Today this man provides an extra dimension to members of the Sunday school class he teaches as well as in the example he sets for his wife, daughters and others who know him.

This is only part of the story. Prayer is the other part – especially the prayers of his father-in-law, sisters and brothers-in law, nieces and nephews. They were faithful in praying for his salvation and constant in showing him God’s love.

Mother wrote in her journal, “God is never in a hurry. He spends years preparing those He plans to greatly use. Like a true goldsmith, God stops the fire the moment He sees His image in the glowing metal.”

Well, we had a great time, and the students, faculty and supporters they met during the visit affirmed the parent’s prayers. When they left for home, the high school senior sported a Bulldog t-shirt.

Author: marymcleary

Grateful for so many things, especially the peace He gives and the opportunity to tell it to my kids, grandkids and anyone else who wants to listen. Many read my first book In My Mother's Words, and I have recently published my second book, Heart Whispers from the Old Testament. Both are the result of the prayer journals my mother gifted me her last Christmas. Those journals were full of the wisdom of a Faith Walker and had to be shared.

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