This past week has been a challenge for me
physically. I had an allergic reaction
to an antibiotic, which caused me to break out in hives. It is not a pretty sight. I have felt miserable the last several
days. Partly because of the hives, and
partly because I of the lack of sleep brought on by the steroid I’m taking for
the hives.
Yesterday, the lady who cleans our house, decided to pray
for my wife and me. As she prayed, I
could feel a tremendous peace coming upon me that all was going to be
okay. I also felt that the Lord was
using her faith to bring healing to my body. Her taking time to pray reminded me of the importance
of being God’s instrument in the lives of those around us.
“Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is
hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt,
faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where
there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.”
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.”
