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31 Days: Sign


Ok, I'm going to cheat a little bit. I'm combining the word for yesterday with an experience from today.

Last night I went to book club. This evening is one of my favorite nights of the month. I love the women in the club. They are a diverse group of different ages but of the same faith and the same passion for fellowship. One of the women, a retired minister, talked about her experience of preaching at her cousin's funeral. She told how her cousin had a persistent spirit and we all recalled that the gospel lesson in a recent service at our church was the story in Luke about the widow who kept going to the judge for justice. Another woman in the club said she needed to find the exact verses of that story because she knew someone going through a difficult time who was searching for justice.

This morning when I got to work, I opened my email and discovered that my Upper Room devotional for the day was the story about the widow, That has to be a sign that I am supposed to take this scripture to heart. The author related this story to our belief that we are pestering God with our prayers. How many of us have done that, believed that God is tired of hearing the same prayer from us?

I want to pester God with my prayers. I want to raise my voice to him so often that he says, "Her again?" Except I know that he will never think that. As Luke 18:7 says, "And will not God bring about justice for his chosen ones, who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off?" I believe that God is honored by my prayers and that the more I lift my hopes and concerns to Him, the more he will want to calm my fears and give me the desires of my heart.
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