Our carts just about passed one another when she stopped in the aisle and asked me, “Do you typically have strangers in the grocery store telling you that they saw your license plate, and out of curiosity Googled Jericho Girls?”
I blinked a few times to process what this woman was asking me.
“No, I typically don’t,” I laughed.
“When I pulled up Jericho Girls on my phone, I said to my son, ‘Wow, I need to talk to her.’ But my son pleaded with me not to—he thought it would be SO embarrassing.”
“I need to find your boy and tell him how cool his mom is.”
We chatted for a few minutes and then headed off to finish our shopping. I walked out of the store with a new spring in my step. I wanted to cherish her affirming words…her enthusiasm about making a difference in the lives of other women.
But on the way home, the story of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead kept coming to mind. Why were my thoughts being redirected to a dead person being resurrected?
This morning, even though I’ve read it many times, I reread the story of Jesus rolling away the grave stone to bring Lazarus back to life. Martha, the sister of the dead man pleads with Jesus, “But Lord, by this time there is a bad odor, for he has been there four days.”
“So they took away the stone. Then Jesus looked up and said, ‘Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me, but I said this for the benefit of the people standing here, that they may believe that you sent me.’” John 11:41-42.
I didn’t need to read further. I knew that Lazarus would come back to life.
This part of the story where Jesus prayed, shone like never before. Jesus didn’t begin His prayer by petitioning God to intervene; instead, He begins with thanks for what God has already done.
Worry, doubt, and striving has consumed me as I prepare for our yearly conference and growing our Jericho Girls groups. But these anxieties are the stench of grave clothes. When I falsely believe it’s all up to me, I send up lifeless prayers.
Instead, I must proclaim His glorious outcome…knowing what God has already done.
I must offer thankful prayers—understanding that He has already set this conference in motion—grateful for what God has already accomplished.
This morning, I pray to the God “who gives life to the dead” because He is the one “who calls things into being that were not.”
Today, I model my prayer like Jesus did, thanking the Father for impossible outcomes.
Having faith means we risk—dreaming dreams that are so big, without Divine intervention they are destined to fail.