Read: Isaiah 38 :1- 39:8
About that time Hezekiah became deathly ill, and the prophet Isaiah son of Amoz went to visit him. He gave the king this message: “This is what the Lord says: Set your affairs in order, for your are going to die. You will not recover from this illness.” When Hezekiah heard this, he turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, “Remember O Lord, how I have always been faithful to you and have served you single-mindedly, always doing what pleases you.” Then he broke down and wept bitterly. Isaiah 38:1-4 (NLT)
I don’t know if you’ve ever gotten a bad report from a doctor. Not just a bad report, but a “you could possibly die”, report.
Just a year and a half ago, I was given somewhat of a death sentence. I’d endured some rough variables throughout my pregnancy and now I was facing a heartbreaking choice. The conversation went something like this. “If it comes down to you or the baby….who lives?”
I can still remember the despair I felt over the next few days as I acknowledged how serious my situation was. My husband made it clear how he felt , but left the decision up to me.
I was faced with an impossible choice.
So, I prayed.
Not just a “Help me”, prayer.
More like a “I forgot to eat because I’ve been praying on my knees on the side of my bed for an hour” type prayer.
I was at the end of myself.
“Then the message came to Isaiah from the Lord: Go back to Hezekiah and tell him, ‘This is what the Lord, the God of your ancestor David says: I have heard your prayer and seen your tears. I will add fifteen years to your life, and I will rescue you….’”
On March 23rd my water broke in the wee hours of the morning. I cried both tears of excitement and fear as I stood in the shower preparing to go to the hospital. As my labor pains became unbearable and I was wheeled in for surgery, I looked my doctor in the eyes and asked, “Am I going to die?” He answered, “Not today, sweetie. Not today.”
Today, my youngest is 10 months old. We both made it through the surgery my doctors were almost certain would cost at least one of us our life.
I will never forget God’s goodness to me. But, I also won’t forget the hours I spent praying for His direction and for an answer. The same God that gave me a positive outcome that time was the same God I spent hours praying to when I wanted my grandfather to live. His answer was no and my grandfather passed. He’s the same God I spent hours praying to when I began feeling symptoms of a miscarriage for the 2nd time. His answer was no and I lost that baby. But, those times of prayer are moments I will forever hold dear. I will never forget the way the Lord often sent His presence to comfort me or guide my prayers even though He didn’t always give me the answer I wanted. I found God when I got on my knees.
Its been said that prayer changes people. It’s true. I’m inclined to believe even further….prayer doesn’t just change things, it changes people.
Lord, we desire to know you in a way we haven’t known you before. Some of us have trials much bigger than we are able to handle or process. Give us the courage to fall on our knees and cry out to you in prayer. Meet us in our time of prayer. Speak to us in a way we can hear and understand you. We’ll continue to seek you no matter your answer. In Jesus’ name, Amen