Friday dawned miserable, sleet and freezing rain, snow and slush, a mess. News reporters cautioned drivers to allow extra time, to go slowly. School wasn't canceled or even late, so I took Drew to the carpool place. But I knew.
I knew that I would not be driving to Buffalo for the workshop on dealing with the terminally ill. I didn't mind, really. After reading the pamphlet more closely, I wondered how teaching cancer patients to use their dreams would be an asset. Dreams, yes. Prayers, no. I shook my head.
But I also knew that I would not go to work in the library. I had made arrangements for others to cover for me, and as far as they knew, I would be attending the workshop. I had awakened with a sense that God was calling me to spend time in prayer. He had arranged a whole day for me to be free to do that.
If He had gone to such great lengths, the least I could do was cooperate. I returned to the apartment, took up my Bible, and waited. I didn't feel inclined to turn to my usual reading place. I lighted some candles and some incense, and sat waiting. Passages came to mind from here and there in the Bible, and as I thought of a chapter or a verse, I looked it up and read it out loud.
After an hour or so of reading, I felt impressed to begin praying. First for my family and friends, then for specific events and people, then for Jairus House. I know the Lord was asking if I were willing to intercede for this ministry, to come to Him in prayer. This year, Lent for me will be a time of intense awareness of God, awareness of spiritual things, of giving of myself to Him.
It began early. It will intensify. He has a plan, and I wait to be instructed. There is a sense of important beginnings, the unfolding of work to be done. Let me be ready to do what I am asked. To follow His lead. To reflect His light into dark corners.
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