This is my third year to pray with folks
At the State Fair.
But I still get butterflies the night
Before.
Actuallly, I'm glad.
The churning in my stomach reminds
Me that I need to depend totally on
God and not myself.
And once I'm in my red prayer apron
Greeting people as they walk by our
Table, the fear lifts.
I prayed with lots of folks today,
And a few of them stand out.
Glenna's husband died just two
Weeks ago.
Still fresh in her grief we connected on a
Deep level.
A dear gal wept as I prayed for
Her sister who has disabling pain.
And hallelujah! a woman named
Lizzie prayed the sinner's prayer.
My brain can't remember all the
Names or needs of the fairgoers who
Stopped by our booth.
But God can.
And He turned the tables on me.
After praying for a lovely couple,
The man, who happens to be a
Pastor, earnestly prayed for MY
Ministry and well being.
"You're the first person who asked to
Pray for me," I told him.
Blessed are the pray-ers.
And blessed are the pray-ees,
I was both today.
(And after the terrible accident yesterday, the fair needs more prayer than ever.)