Sunday, February 15, 2009
(As I'm digging through 1,400 old posts so I can label them, I'm finding ones I'd like to post again (as you've noticed, I'm sure). Bear with me. :)
I dig in my garden and stop when the sirens sail and wail down the street at the end of my own... And I pray--every time I pray for those who are in trouble...that they will be helped and healed and will come to know Jesus--they and all their relatives, too.
And, also, I pray for the heroes.
This is what I began to do when my daughter first learned to drive. She would leave the house in our car and nearly always, within minutes, I would hear sirens down the street. What a test! And I would pray that it was not my daughter who was hurt.
But then God asked, "What about the others? What if others are hurt and leaving this world without knowing Me?"
And He was right. He is always right.
That was eight years ago that I began praying whenever I hear the sirens wailing down the street at the end of ours. Twice a day or sometimes six, but whenever I hear them--I pray.
Who knows? Maybe in Heaven strangers will greet me, strangers I prayed for without ever having known their names. Strangers I prayed for every time I heard the sirens.
Do you pray siren prayers, too? I'm just curious.