Every night my Dad would come in to pray with me. And every night I would pray the same thing I had prayed the night before and the night before that. It went something like this:
“God thank you for this day and all you have given us. I pray that Grandmom and Grampy will become saved and know you.”
And sometimes I would ask for other things like God was some genie to be rubbed with my words to give me things that I wanted.
I prayed the above phrase for as I long as I could remember. Year in and year out, from the time I was very little. I remember being in high school and thinking about that prayer, for my grandparents to know Jesus. I recalled all the years I had prayed for them wondering if God had ever heard those prayers. I also recalled asking my dad when I was little before prayer every once in awhile, if they knew Jesus yet. He would shake his head no. And I would carry on wondering what was taking God so long to make this happen.
I don’t know if it was my own cynicism or something else.
But I stopped.
I stopped praying for them.
Maybe it was my fear of continuing to pray and being disappointed.
Maybe I had just given up.
In spite of my apathy and impatience, He hadn’t given up.
The Maker of all things, the For-teller of our future never gives up.
My Grandmother went to be with the Lord this past Saturday morning.
Over the past few years I had the privilege of hearing of her own love for the Lord come from her own lips. Something that would have never happened years ago.
Cancer was the sting of death.
But only a sting.
She not only saw the Lord but met with her husband, seemingly unthinkable when I had prayed for them all those years ago.
Both professing Him Lord in the winter of their lives has given me hope for things unseen and my future unknown.
God hears us.
God heard me.
As long as there is breath to be breathed, there is hope.
God hears your prayers, he knows your aching. Even when you have given up, He hasn’t.
“In your hearts honor Christ the Lord as holy, always being prepared to make a defense to anyone who asks you for a reason for the hope that is in you…” – 1 Peter 3:15
Because of God’s faithfulness when I was faithless and failed in my faithfulness, He still didn’t fail me. For this, my grandparents have left a legacy for me to share why I have hope in my Lord.
Know that in your hopelessness, He is still faithful.