This morning I found out some terrible news about one of my oldest son’s friends. He suffered an explosion accident and it left his body covered in burns and he is now in critical care. The news brought immediate tears to my eyes and knot in my stomach. I put myself in his parents’ spot. I pictured their agony, watching him suffer in pain as they pray for his life. I am struggling to get the words out right now on paper. I found this out through a go-fund me post that someone put on facebook. I realized how close we are to this poor young man and I begged for support online for the family with whatever anyone can do.
As I was crying reading it I scrolled down. My finger on my phone gave me the ability to pray, give, share, then resume scrolling again…I was immediately convicted. I cried out to Holy Spirit, “His parent’s can’t just scroll down. They are in it Lord! They are hurting Lord. They need YOU. Why does the world continue to spin when we hurt? It hurts Lord! I know how they feel! I’ve lost real, humans who I would have died for and when I watched the world continue to keep living and laughing and moving and breathing, it didn’t feel fair!”
I don’t know if you are as real with God as I am. But, God knows when I beg Him for things, and I was begging Him for healing for this young man. But, I was also begging Him for strength to be ok watching life go on all around hurting souls who cannot escape their storm. My heart just couldn’t help feeling, “what if this was my son?”
You know, social media is a blessing and a curse. It’s great for marketing and keeping in touch with people with pictures and such. But, it can also be a very cold and unreal way to react to life. We say a quick prayer for those who ask for it, or we say we will pray and then we scroll. The next thing we know we are on to a “what kind of dog are you?” game or a “top vacation spots” blog. We have to remember what is real and we have to remember that flesh and blood humans are behind these keyboards asking for prayers because they are truly hurting. Let us not ever forget this.
The Word says; “Psalm 55:6-8 And I say, “If only I had wings like a dove, I would fly away and be at rest. Yes, I would go far away. I would live in the desert. I would hurry to my safe place, away from the wild wind and storm.”
We need to remember that those who are in a storm right now, can’t just scroll down and move on. It’s not wrong if we do, but I guess I wanted to say to myself and to all of us; If we say we are praying, let’s truly be praying. When you are in a storm and someone prays for you when they say they will; something supernatural happens and we are given a precious gift of hope. Sometimes that hope; can get us up out of bed another day.
Please pray for my son’s friend Kris.
Thank you for letting me share my heart with you.