A Grandma’s Prayer
By Susan Sage
“When did you stop?”
“Why did you stop dreaming big or believing God?”
Grace stared at the woman sitting beside her. How dare she. She didn’t know what she was talking about. She felt her brow crease as she drew her eyebrows together.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why would you …”
“Oh Gracie, it’s time to stop lying to yourself and believing the devil’s lies. I’ve watched you grow up. I’ve seen the things you put yourself through. My heart is sad watching you run from God.”
“Gramma, I haven’t seen you for five years. How do you know anything that’s happened to me?”
“Dear child,” Grandma Estelle reached over and wiped an escaping tear from her cheek. “I don’t have to be with you all the time to feel your pain. When I’m talking to God about you, I know here.” She moved her open hand to her chest.
“Gramma,” Grace started to stand but her grandma’s hand grasped her wrist and held her in place. She sank back against the couch. “I didn’t come for a lecture.”
“So, why did you come?”
Grace stared at the wizened woman whose eyes seemed to look through her into the darkest places of her heart. Yet, the same, which had seen so much hard life, touched her with such love it took her breath away. “I don’t know. I feel so lost.” She leaned over and buried her head in her grandma’s lap.
“It’s time to stop running.” Grandma Estelle rubbed her hand down the back of Grace’s head. “From the time you were born, I’ve prayed that if you were not going to love God fully, walk with Him daily, and serve Him wholeheartedly, that He would take you to be with Him before life marred you against Him.
Grace sat up, taking the tissue her grandma held out to her. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
“You prayed for me to die?”
“Well, not exactly. But, it would be better for you to be with God than to turn away from Him while you were here. You were dedicated to Him before you were born and then every day of your life since then. Look, you’re still here. That means His hand is on you and He has a plan for you to reach others as you live with Him each day.”
“I don’t know how.”
“Then let’s ask Him to show you. He knows how to help you dream for Him again.”
This treasured conversation with her grandma played over in her mind as Grace waited. Had it really been only ten years ago? So much had happened since then.
Grace straightened her back as she listened to the M.C.’s announcement. Could those words she was speaking really be about her. She bowed her head, lifted her finger to catch the tear daring to make rivulets across her makeup, and clutched her Bible against her.
“We’re pleased to have Grace Harbour speak to us today. She’s written four books on the power of prayer. She speaks to women all over the country about praying for family and friends, about leaving our concerns with God, and about not believing the lies the devil wants us to believe. She lives with her husband of thirty years, their three children, and her grandmother. Please help me welcome her today.”
“It’s Yours Lord. Do as You please,” Grace said as she walked on to the platform. As she hugged the woman who’d introduced her and then turned to the 1,500 people who had come to the conference on prayer, she lifted her head toward the metal framed roof. “Do you believe in prayer?”
The crowd cheered.
“Have you ever prayed for someone to die?”
The crowd quieted.
“Let me tell you a story of someone who prayed for me to die and then prayed for me to live.” Grace smiled, raised her hand toward heaven, and began to pray.
About the Author
New to north Idaho, Susan Sage and her husband are enjoying getting to know the new area. She continues to work on her craft writing about God’s purpose and sovereignty in all aspects of life. She enjoys writing devotionals and flash fiction. She enjoys mentoring other writers who are new to the craft.
She is currently working on revising her website, which should be up soon.
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You can read Susan's flash fiction on the 2nd Thursday each month here at Pandora's Box Gazette.