Had an interesting experience last night.
Asher, our 15 month-old boy, started having croup at about 9.30pm. We rung the doctor but in parallel I just felt really strongly that I needed to pray and not just rely on medicine. I picked him and started praying but really had nothing to say in English so I started praying in tongues.
I just paced up and down the hall and landing in prayer.
While doing so I felt really strongly that I should keep going till the cough went. Slowly his breathing became easier and the cough more intermittent until he was quite peaceful. I then put him down without a complaint and he slept through.
It was a pretty powerful and profound event actually and, I feel something more significant than just God answering a simple prayer for Asher. I think there was something applicable to the rest of my life. Given:
- in Asher’s case there was no way he could intelectualise or theologise faith – he was dependant on me to pray for him.
- I haven’t got a clue what I actually prayed because it was in tongues so there was nothing in me that was getting in the way or praying the wrong thing
- The whole experience was just a God thing – based on a non-thought-through instinctual response.
…I think God was saying: “ok son, give up, chill, let me even do the praying for you for a time. All I want you to do is stay obedient and faithful”
…and so that’s what I’m going to do.