I am on the prayer team at my church. I didn’t realize that I was supposed to be there last Sunday. I had a very busy weekend with events and parties to attend and I skipped church.
It wasn’t till sometime during the week that I noticed the email notification about the prayer team. I felt horrible.
But it was more than just missing an opportunity to serve. I missed going to church. It was like I had chosen to skip the most important and fun part of my week. Not good.
This weekend I was slotted to work on the coffee team. Lately I have had some pretty severe back pain and hip pain. I didn’t know how I was going to do it. There is quite a bit of lifting involved in serving on that team.
I prayed about it and went to church. I couldn’t believe it. The moment I needed help, God produced a 12 year-old girl, Abby, who pitched right in. She swooped right in and out like an angel and helped me with whatever I needed. I finally realized she was the daughter of my friend, Lori. She is just like her mother, always eager and willing to help.
While setting up I talked with a fellow congregation member, Mark. His wife, Paula, had told me about the pain he is experiencing. He had cancer and had to take so much chemotherapy that it basically fried his nerves. She said his arms and legs feel like they are going through a revolving door of fire.
He had had a neurotransmitter block on a trial basis which had resolved his pain but it was just a trial. They had to take it out and wait for insurance to approve a permanent placement. I have been praying for this to happen ever since I learned about this. Today I found out it happened! So excited for him! Praying that it resolves the pain in his legs and hoping that the same can cure his arm pain.
So today we discussed our pain and I mentioned to him that I was having surgery again on the 20th of December. I have some metal I want removed from my right collar bone. The metal is beginning to bother me a lot and I am having upper right sided pain quite frequently. The metal has been in my body since I fractured my collar bone several years ago.
When they asked for people to come up and request prayer it didn’t even occur to me to ask for prayer. I know that Mark’s surgery is far more concerning than mine. Yet both him and Paula came to me after the service and asked to pray for me regarding my surgery. I was so touched.
To have been regarded in this manner, when I had totally been derelict in my duties last Sunday, was so humbling.
To have a church like this which is so loving and forgiving is truly like being a part of the body of Christ. So thankful for them!