A Glimpse

All who call on God in true faith, earnestly from the heart, will certainly be heard, and will receive what they have asked and desired. ~ Martin Luther

Quotes of encouragement are helpful, but I need tangible reminders of God’s love more than mortal words. That’s why Sunday morning, I prayed God would speak to me clearly in church.

Here’s the story:

Every Sunday, our church has an anointing service for those who want to come forward to pray and to be anointed as it states in James 5:14. The altar is always packed with people seeking physical healing and comfort from all imaginable stressors. Many come weeping. Some struggle to stand because of ailments. Others carry infants. Toddlers and teens accompany their parents.

Is the scene beginning to sound a little familiar? To me, it feels like a glimpse from Jesus’ earthly ministry.

This past Sunday, two giggly, wide-eyed, pre-teen girls stood to my left. Perhaps nothing more than curiosity motivated them to come forward. Not unlike many in Jesus’ day. Still they came, and I prayed that they left as satisfied as I did.

While I stood there, one hand gripped by my husband’s strong, gentle hand, the other gripping one of the young girl’s delicate hand, I envisioned that biblical scene where Jesus said, “Allow the children to come to me.” Suddenly, I was there in my spirit experiencing His loving embrace first hand.

It was the very thing I had prayed for before leaving for church that morning—verification of God’s love.

See you in a twinkling,

Brenda K. Hendricks

Author/illustrator of the Bumbly Bee books

Two Small Fish
Odd Duck Society
Brenda K. Hendricks


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