"...the Lord upholds the righteous, The Lord knows the days of the upright, And their inheritance shall be forever." Psalm 37:17-18
When the prayer was done, there was not a dry eye in the room. Everyone was crying. But the tears were not of sadness but something much more. There was a blanket of peace that had been placed over all of us. The circle that was physically made by our held hands was so powerful that it drew God's angels down to us. I saw N, filled with hope and peace and inspiration. She looked at me and wouldn't let go of my hands. I told her that I loved her very much and that her life was so admirable to me. I pressed my hand over her chest. And though her body seems fragile and weak, her heart's thump was oh, so strong underneath my palm. I smiled at her and looked into her eyes. She thanked me in little words but her eyes transmitted much more. I love her. Will cherish her forever. And as we walked outside, the air was refreshing and the breeze lifted our spirits and reconfirmed that we had done the right thing. That prayer was not of my own words but of the Holy Spirit. Tears were cried by some that would never cry, words were spoken by someone that could never find the right things to say. Hearts were broken only to be mended and minds were opened only to be transported into a higher place of understanding. The seed has been planted and the doors have been opened.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." John 3:16-17
I woke up that day and immediately dove into your Word. I needed to know what I was going to say. I needed quidance. I asked for prayer requests from all my church friends and not to my surprise, I recieved many words of encouragement. One after another, I recieved emails and texts from people from all over, telling me they were praying. The power of prayer held a bond that day so strong I could feel it. Finally the time came, I left my home in route to pick up my parents first. We drove toward Pacoima and finally made it to her home in Alreta, CA. It was a long drive but well worth it.
"...I am with you always, even to the end of the age." Matthew 28:20
When I walked into her bedroom there she was...Noemi. Like an aunt to me. She is so much more special and has such a great place in my heart. Conversation was appropriate. Then after about half and hour my parents began saying their goodbyes. I finally took a deep breath and asked God to speak through me. I rose and asked if it was okay to pray. Everyone was in agreement and almost leeped at the chance. They all held hands as she drew me more near to her. I began to pray...
"Lord, first of all, I want to thank you for being here with us. I want to thank you for this life that I pray for today. Lord, I want to thank You for sending Your only son to die for us. Jesus, when you were there at that cross, bleeding and hurting, you closed your eyes and saw a face. Jesus you saw the face of so many and one of those was the face of N. You came here to this earth and lived humiliation. You lived criticism and hate and reproach. But you did it for us, for N. You died so that she may live. She has lived such an important life for so many, and her life is such a great testimony to Your love. The way she has loved and laughed and raised her two children is a testimony that I know You will reward. Everywhere N went she brought such joy to those around her. She has blessed us all with her lovingkindness. Lord, You have a wonderful crown of glory for N and Your word says that "to live is Christ and to die is gain". She has a special place in heaven waiting for her. Lord I ask for blessings for her grown children. She knows that the peace she has is brought by You and it exists because she is doing Your will. You will keep her and care for her son and daughter. I pray that you may take her heart, her soul, her mind and thoughts and that You may hold them in Your precious hands. Give her comfort and peace and reign over her. Send Your mighty angels and surround her, as well as all of us. Keep us safe and protected. Cover us in the holy blood of Jesus. Thank you for her life, thank You for Your precious son. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen!"
"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with Thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus." Phillippians 4:6-7
When the prayer was done, there was not a dry eye in the room. Everyone was crying. But the tears were not of sadness but something much more. There was a blanket of peace that had been placed over all of us. The circle that was physically made by our held hands was so powerful that it drew God's angels down to us. I saw N, filled with hope and peace and inspiration. She looked at me and wouldn't let go of my hands. I told her that I loved her very much and that her life was so admirable to me. I pressed my hand over her chest. And though her body seems fragile and weak, her heart's thump was oh, so strong underneath my palm. I smiled at her and looked into her eyes. She thanked me in little words but her eyes transmitted much more. I love her. Will cherish her forever. And as we walked outside, the air was refreshing and the breeze lifted our spirits and reconfirmed that we had done the right thing. That prayer was not of my own words but of the Holy Spirit. Tears were cried by some that would never cry, words were spoken by someone that could never find the right things to say. Hearts were broken only to be mended and minds were opened only to be transported into a higher place of understanding. The seed has been planted and the doors have been opened. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." John 3:16-17
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