Late Night Prayer

The last four updates I've tried to write have all been collecting dust in the digital drawer of the Blog-spot dashboard. I guess I really didn't think I had much to say about anything or I thought that anything I thought of wasn't worth sharing in the end. Tonight, it's 1:48 AM and I'm in a small town named Sayre in Pennsylvania where my cousin, aunt, uncle, and grandmother live. My father and I visit them every so often but I'd be lying if I told you that I enjoyed the visits. I'm bored a lot of the times, just surfing the internet on my Mac (pretty much what I do anyways) and I can't be with my friends to do anything fun with.

However, God has a plan for us all. Each time He's sent me up here, I've been bitter. Every time my father asked me if I was free to go to see my grandmother, I was hesitant. This was only because I was unaware of the glory of God and His willingness to use me. A lot of us, I think, have been a little cautious when we hear things about praying and then witnessing instant healing or just modern day miracles from God in general. What we would call the "Charismatic" view turns a lot of Christians off because they feel that things like tongues just freak them out.

I'm still a little hesitant but I have prayed for gifts of the Spirit, while still being cautious and asking God to only give me these if they are by His will. The thing I keep forgetting though, is that my testimony includes a story of healing from God. I believe that I had clinical depression when God brought me to Him and then I was healed afterward. Now, I don't know if I had it for sure, so I've been hesitant to base my belief modern day miracles on that. However, I think God has brought me to this town to see my family to show me that they exist.

Twice now, as this happened the last time I was here and I just forgot about it, I've heard my grandmother calling out in her sleep, pleading. I was, at first, freaked out. Then I prayed. I prayed that whatever was ailing my grandmother would pass from her. This time I prayed that it would pass from her, pass from this house, this family, and never come back. Right after I pray those words in my head, my grandmother stops crying out. I continue to pray and praise God for He is worthy of all praise!