On my way back from exercising this morning, I prayed that God would let me follow him all the way to Calvary. I had forgotten what an ugly place that was.
Mrs. N came to me today to ask for prayer. Through her sobbing, I pieced together that she had been abused as a child by her father, turned to prostitution as an adult in order to help pay the bills until her kids could move out on their own, and just recently had been hit in the face by her husband of many years. With her health declining and inability to pay for any medical bills, she recently turned again to "walking the streets," but as a woman now well into her late fifties, no man finds her desirable. Seeing the wrinkled face of this child of God tell me that she had tried to sell her body, but wasn't able to find a buyer was perhaps the saddest thing I have ever witnessed in my life. I can only cry out to God.
Gracious Father, I still believe in you although it is difficult to do so on a day like this. How such horrendous evils can be permitted to exist in this world is beyond me. But I turn to you in prayer because I have nowhere else to turn. Take Mrs. N in your hands and wrap your arms around her. Protect her from her husband. Give her self-worth and dignity so that she'll never again try to sell her body for money. Provide for her health needs. Clothe her just as you clothe the lilies of the field. Feed her as you feed the birds of the air. Grant that she may one day live in your kingdom for all eternity and enjoy the fellowship of the Triune God. Make her beautiful again. Amen."
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