"Please!"

Thursday, May 8, 2014 (3:06 p.m.)

Blessed Father God,

Please, please, please, please, PLEASE Father. There is a SICK newborn. A very sick little three week old named Caleb needing Your healing touch.

We trust You Father. We know You. We believe Your promises.

Humbly, I pray Romans 8:26-28 (The Message) to You right now.

“Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God's Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don't know how or what to pray, it doesn't matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God. That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.”

This is scary Father. You already know the outcome.

Bless Caleb and his family Father. You know Your plan for each of them. Your plan that is for good and not for evil. Your plan to give them a future and a hope (Jeremiah 29:11).

Oh how we ask for healing. A miracle. Your will. The hardest thing of all to say here Blessed Dad is YOUR will over ours. And to ask, PLEASE couldn't Your will be to heal this little guy right now where he is?

We love You so very much. And we are praying, “Please!” Thank You. Amen.

(246 words ~ 3:43 p.m.)