Prayer, Interrupted
"Father, I give my front door key to You. My house is Your home. Bring whoever You want, whenever You want into my private space this week. Jesus, I relinquish my schedule to You. My days are in Your hands. Help me to welcome interruptions this week as gifts from You. Spirit, I surrender my possessions to You. All my stuff belongs to You. Help me this week to ‘share with the Lord’s people who are in need.’" (Rom. 12:13)
Read this short blog about one man's divine "interruption."
It all started when our Church decided to pray non-stop for 24 hours on the National Day of Prayer in the USA.
I took the 8am-9am slot, and was dropping my daughter off at school when my secretary texted me to say that there was a homeless man sleeping right next to our prayer room door.
“Oh no!” I thought “What do I do? I don’t want my volunteers to be freaked out!” I decided to google “Sebring Police non-emergency number” so that I could ask a police officer to gently move him along. “That,” I thought, “would save me the moral crisis of asking a homeless man to move away from our 24-7 Prayer Room in the middle of National Day of Prayer.”