I babysit for a wonderful woman who is practically a single mom, as her husband is only home one weekends. Last spring, she found out he was cheating on her and has had a pretty tough time. She is a devout catholic and takes her marriage vows very seriously. Because of this, and her two beautiful girls, she has decided to work through this.
We were catching up on Wednesday--about her marriage counseling (through the church) and this and that and new problems with her husband and what she believes is God's reasoning behind this horrible trial.
Suddenly, she starts crying. No, not crying. Weeping. Sobbing. I don't know what to do. She's on her knees telling me she's trying to be strong and she's sorry for doing this to me. My heart breaks.
I have not prayed in what may be years. But I prayed then. I asked that God give me the words to say. As soon as those words completed in my head, I felt a chill--from the very top of my head, down to my heels. And my whole body felt very cool--like maybe I had sucked on a cough drop. And I was suddenly at peace and I knew that the Holy Spirit had come over me. I kneeled with her and hugged her, and asked if I could pray with her. Again--I've not prayed in forever, much less aloud. And what flowed from my mouth shocked even me. It was a beautiful prayer. She hugged me hard and told me it was a wonderful prayer and that she didn't know I was very religious or even that I prayed. When I got to my car, I sat in her driveway and cried. I'm not very sure why. I was just... very sad. About her? About me? Because I'd just prayed?
I called my mom and told her what had happened. She cried, too.
Tonight when I went to babysit, she asked that I pray with her again. I did.
Hm.
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"Do you not understand?" -Jesus