A few weeks ago I was at bible study — a group of women from my church meet to study scripture and pray over each other. My prayer partner for the morning was the oldest women in the group, a widow, who lost her beloved some time ago.
We finished praying for my stuff when I asked her what she would like prayer for. She thought about it for a minute and then said, “Laura, I would much rather be in heaven right now, but since God still wants me here on earth, I pray that for however long I’m here, that I be useful to him and to others.”
I released a heavy breath as I realized the complexity in such a seemingly simple prayer — missing her husband, longing for Jesus, fearing becoming a burden, worrying about deteriorating health and quality of life that sometimes accompanies old age.
She went on to say that in the time she has left in her earthly home she prays she can use every last drop of what she has to bring glory to God.
Although it’s been a few weeks now since I prayed usefulness over her life, that prayer has stuck with me — how selfish I can become with my prayer requests as the mommyhood has settled over me.
As many mothers I’m sure, I often pray for patience, because somedays patience is in really short supply in my heart. But how often do I see this as a means to glorify God? I pray for my marriage, for our partnership as the stress of parenthood takes its toll. But how often do I see this as a means to glorify God?
So my prayer for today is simple — God use me.
Use my marriage, and my child, my home, my days, my good, my bad, my holy, and my sins to bring glory and honor to your name. Use all my stuff to bring others to Jesus. Use my hands to do your work, even the real messy stuff. Use my life as an example. And ultimately, use my death to show that death is no more.
I release all of it to you, Lord. Use me up.
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