Dad’s Prayers

Dad’s Prayers

Man holding a bible while praying

Every time you cross my mind, I break out in exclamations of thanks to God. Each exclamation is a trigger to prayer. I find myself praying for you with a glad heart.—PHILIPPIANS 1:3–4 MSG

Joyce fought the wind and sloppy rain to the nursing home entrance. She wished she had eaten lunch at her desk. Why did she bother to brown-bag with her dad when he couldn’t remember her visits? And his roommate made things difficult. Once old Harold thought Joyce was a thief who wanted his money. The last time, he decided she was a girl he’d met on a South Pacific island during World War II. Joyce couldn’t help grinning. Which was worse?

As she walked toward her father’s room, a glad voice rang out.

“Joyce, is that you?”

“Of course it’s me.” Her spirits rose a little. He sounded like himself today.

Her dad’s eyes twinkled as she gave him a hug. “I knew you’d come. I prayed and asked the Lord to send you, and here you are—better than an angel. Joyce, honey, you’re such a blessing. Every time I think of you, I praise the Lord!”

Praise the Lord!” said Harold from his duct-taped recliner.

Joyce often heard him use less holy language. But she’d never heard Harold praise God. She smiled and bowed her head over her yogurt and gave thanks, too. 

Today's Prayer:

Lord, though some Christians seem feeble, help me to realize that You can use their prayers in ways I can’t imagine.

Adapted from Strength & Grace: Daily Devotions for Caregivers, a new publication from Guideposts