she prays for us.
She sought us out Sunday morning before the service started.
Hugged us with genuine affection and greeted each one of my children by name.
She was excited – legitimately excited – to see our faces.
She told us Tuesday. Tuesday was the day she prayed for us each – by name.
Who knew that would matter so much?
And that it would, of course, remind me of my mother.
My mother, who also had a written down list of people for whom she prayed. My mother, who drove to her job as a nurse at an assisted living facility and prayed down that list as she drove. Name by name of real people whom she loved.
That’s a treasure, right?
To be named. To be prayed for. To be loved.
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8 Comments
Marion
This hits me between the eyes. I’m going to create my own list. Thanks for the jolt, my beautiful friend.
laceykeigley
My beautiful friend.
Hilary
So beautiful L!!
laceykeigley
Aw – thanks for reading today H. 😉
Penny McGinnis
Yes, indeed! My grandmother prayed for everyone in our family every day. Now my mom who is pretty much home all the time, spends time praying. When I know she’s praying for my children-that means the world to me. Prayers for you and yours. and Hugs-lots of hugs!!
laceykeigley
It’s lovely – isn’t it?
Sara
It matters. The naming always makes me think of Madeline L’Engle’s books.
Naming. It’s a blessing.
And the praying…..Thank God for saints who pray!
laceykeigley
I am so grateful for those saints -and wondering why it’s so hard to pray routinely for my people myself.