The Christmas Spirit - Molly

This experience was too amazing for me not to share, but I will keep anonymity for the dear person who shared this with me.

On Thursday, I put a on a cookie exchange for the wonderful ladies at church.

After the party, one of my sisters (what we call each other at church) asked to speak to me privately. 

We gathered in the closet.

She proceeded to tell me about a dream she had after Thanksgiving.

She was awoken out of a deep sleep with the prompting to pray for me, right there and then.

Let me preface this a bit, we (the sister and I) don't really know each other at all.

I know who she is, she knows who I am...but we don't know each other.

We don't know each other's stories, history, blogs etc...

Back to the story...

The prompting was firm she said and very direct.

So she proceeded to pray for me.

But then the Spirit whispered for her to get out of bed, get on her knees and pray for me.

She then realized her legs hurt tremendously, to the point where she didn't want to get out of bed.

But again, she was prompted - get out of bed and pray for Molly.

So she obeyed. 

Even though it hurt.

And when we got on her knees, the pain went away.

And she felt the Spirit tell her everything was going to be okay.

I was going to be okay.

This sister had no idea of the trials of my life.

But yet, she obeyed and prayed for me.

And she told me that she will continue to do so...

each and every night.

I was floored. I was stunned.

I was brought to tears.

And all I could feel, was the Spirit wrapping it's arms around me telling me it was going to be okay.

I was going to be okay.

How incredible that feeling was.

To know that someone not only listened to the still, small voice

but that they listened and prayed for me.

Small, little me.

The Lord knows me.

He knows what I needed that day.

I needed to be reminded that He is mindful of me.

That many are mindful of me.

I am going to be okay.