“So we keep on praying for you, asking our God to enable you to live a life worthy of his call. May he give you the power to accomplish all the good things your faith prompts you to do.”
2 Thessalonians 1:11
My heart sank when the elevator doors opened. What a surprise to be greeted by such darkness. My last memory of this place was so bright and full of cheer; the maternity ward where my children were born.
Thirty years had passed since I stood at this spot. I walked slowly to tune out the unfamiliar dark surroundings in an effort to focus only on the windows. Those old feelings of pride returned as I envisioned all the different times I pointed to which little newborn was mine.
A sudden voice startled me, “May I help you?” I stood in silence—unable to answer the woman in butterfly scrubs. Babies now sleep in their own mother’s rooms for security reasons. Feeling like an intruder I walked back to the elevator like a balloon with a slow leak. My non-threatening idea seemed like a sweet thing to do since I was in the area…until now.
Soon my heart began to flutter again as I recalled something else I did at those same windows. Often I gazed at all those other little peaceful sleepers in tight flannel blankets and wonder what they all would grow up to be. These children would now be my children’s peers. So, as I watched them drift off to dreamland I prayed, “Lord, may they grow up to know You.”
“Do you keep on praying for others even if you may never know the end results? How could this prayer of faith metamorphosis your life too?”
