I pray for a number of people. My main prayer time is early in the morning during my prayer and meditation hour, but I may stop occasionally during the day and silently or out loud pray for someone. I have a mental list of people I pray for that numbers around 30 or so, and I go through this list methodically, visualizing the person, and asking not for their healing, but for forgiveness of sins (it's Biblical). I include myself.
Recently I came to the realization that a majority of the people I pray for are healed, and I could take them off the list. That's nice to know. I don't take credit for their healing because I know it is Jesus Christ working through me. I quickly added more people to the declining list.
I have found that as I pray for other people, I too am healed. My cancer is in remission, but I suffer miserably from the side effects of treatment. I want to be feeling well and I want it right now! It was through one of the people I pray for, who also has cancer, that I learned that I must be patient. Stop fighting. I needed to hear that, and the message was delivered to me, loud and clear. Praise God!
Something happened that has never happened before. A friend of mine was ill and I told him I would pray for him. He asked me NOT to pray for him, that he only wanted “knowledge of His will and the power to carry it out.” I was a little taken aback. No one has ever asked me not to pray for them. But I had to honor his request. However, things changed, what I'm not sure. I think his diagnosis was worse than he originally thought. He reversed himself and asked me to pray for him. Hallelujah! I did and his diagnosis was once again changed to something relatively minor. God is so good.
Then there was the time I was so miserable from the side effects of treatment that I was just about at my wits end. I didn't want to call someone and ask them to pray for me because I felt like I was becoming a pest. I was almost to the point of, like Job, asking God, “Why me?” But I knew better. I did ask God to help me, I was so sick. My phone buzzed. It was a text from a woman I pray for. She needed money. I agreed to give it to her. I immediately felt better. It was a miracle. In helping someone else, I helped myself. Once again, praise God!
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