#31 Days of Stuff I Wish You’d Stop Saying: Day 22 “I am praying for you really hard.”

“Lord, teach us to pray…” Luke 11:1 

As I sat on the curb in tears, the babies ate lollipops in their stroller, oblivious to my drama. I was locked out of my car. It was utterly ridiculous. I used the clicker to lock it when we went into Physical Therapy for one of the children to receive treatment. It worked fine. Now, nothing. The car will not respond. I had pleaded with the car, the clicker, and God, “PLEASE just unlock!” The temperature was right at 100 degrees. I was tired, hungry and sweaty. I just wanted to go home. Justin was in a meeting, so I was left with no choice but to sit and wait for him to receive my text, “I am stranded.”

It would be a while.
I flipped open my IPhone to look at Facebook. First there are some cat videos, two or three people had posted threats that if I didn’t repost or like their attachment my dog would die, and I would never win the lottery.  Next there’s an update about funeral arrangements for a friend’s only child. He was killed by someone texting and driving. The driver, a young girl, had died too. Immediately under that grievous post an acquaintance posted this:
PRAYER WARRIORS:  ON YOUR KNEES!  As you all know, we are in Disney for our annual family vacation.  I should be more seasoned, we come every year, but I bought new Borne sandals. I have a terrible blister on my heel, and I am asking everyone to please pray our vacation isn’t spoiled by this attack from the enemy.  

There were several comments: “Bless your heart,” and, “Oh no!” and, “Praying really hard for you!”

mickey mouse

It’s not an unreasonable request… I guess. On the other hand, go to first aid and get a Band-Aid?  And before the haters chime in, “What if this was the family’s Make-a-wish trip for their terminally ill child?”  I can assure you, it wasn’t. My nephew had a Make-a-Wish trip to Disney, part way through the day, when people were indignant that he was wheeled to the front of the line, a family member swung around and barked, “Maybe you can cut in line when you have a brain tumor?” And a shouting match broke out.

Lovely.

That’s a post for another day. So here I sit, I just prayed to get into my car. I guess you’d say I prayed “REALLY HARD.”  I really do want in my car, the babies are starting to fuss, no response from Justin yet. But truly, it’s not that bad. I am not at my son’s funeral. Eventually, I will go home, to a lovely, comfortable home, and then I spot her. A woman and four, stair-step children. Younger than mine. She is waiting for the bus, and her babies are in utter revolt. If I thought I was hot and miserable – I was wrong.

At least I have a car.

And, I have some extra suckers. I push my stroller to her and ask if they may have one, and she gladly agrees. I push my stroller back to my fancy Buick and wait for Justin to text that he will come save me. I plop back onto the curb. One of the babies whines: “I sooo hot mommy.”  I ignore him and open my Facebook. Disney mom with a blister is at the top of my feed. Are these people literally commenting?  Yep. Are they literally praying?  That I don’t know. But I know Borne sandals are no less than eighty bucks?  And a trip to Disney?  And don’t get me wrong, I’d love to take my family to Disney, but once there, do I need to beckon prayer warriors to pray for my comfort?

Who are we?  Is this what Facebook has created?  First world pulpit calls for the wealthy elite not to get an open wound from their $80 sandals while vacationing in Florida?

My mom always told me God has time for everyone, and an excellent example is:  If one of your kids had cancer would you still help the other with their math homework?

Yes.

But, it occurs to me the God of Israel also granted us wisdom and common sense. Wisdom enough to pray really hard for the suffering and the lost -the weary and the brokenhearted. And common sense enough, that when we are on vacation we grab some Neosporin and some Band-Aids in the event of a blister. And it isn’t that I don’t think He cares if we are hurting. Or that I haven’t asked for prayers for small life events – tests for the kids, medical procedures…  community, we need that and we need to lift each other up. But in the scope of human suffering, perhaps a blister in Orlando is small in comparison to the Syrian Refugees, or the slaughter of unborn babies, ten-year-old girls, ripped from their families, and sold into the sex trade?

neosporin

And what about the whole, “attack from the enemy?”  It’s a blister sister.  And don’t worry she already un-friended and blocked me; I may have been snarky. While I believe that the devil likes to mess with us, I think we also give him too much credit. There’s spiritual warfare, and then there is just new shoe inflicted abrasions. If I give him that much tribute in my life, I am afraid he will take even more liberties.

Furthermore, if we are salt and light, what the heck does a post like this look like to non-believing sufferers?  Those who are fighting cancer, burying their baby, marriage is falling apart… Or they don’t have money for groceries. Aren’t we culpable for looking like we actually give a rat’s patootie about the least of these?  And if we dig deeper isn’t this the real attack from the enemy, to separate us from the gospel?? Won’t the enemy be successful in constructing walls between believers and non-believers if we expose our hearts as this… shallow?

Americanized Jesus. Does he wear a Mickey Mouse T-shirt, faded 501’s and trendy Borne Sandals?  Is He so involved in our locked luxury cars and fabulous vacations He is absent from true suffering?  Is it just me? Doesn’t this seem – almost sacrilegious?  Granted if we live in constant prayer, the small stuff gets covered, but the shout out?

“The skin lesion in Disneyland” post changes me. Sitting in that parking lot, I vow to be different. We will adopt more!  We will love more!  We will give more!  As soon as I get back in my car I am going to pray REALLY HARD about how to be the AUTHENTIC JESUS – The hands and feet of my Lord. And I am reserving my claim to PRAY HARD for hard praying issues.  This day is the beginning.

Suddenly, the car unlocks and beeps! It is a sign!  A miracle from the Lord for my wise obedience?

And then, a strange man steps past me and gets in the silver Buick that my babies and I sit smoldering next to…

Buick_Enclave_CX

My Buick is parked four spaces down.

It isn’t that Jesus didn’t hear the pleas to unlock my car – He very may well have. I was just praying hard to get in the wrong Buick. Somewhere in the mess of Americanized Jesus, Facebook, Neosporin, and Buicks Enclaves… I will be different, better, and more in tune with the genuine brokenness of this world. Surely He can use me…

Heaven help me.  Heaven help us… heaven help. For this I am praying – REALLY HARD.

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18

May your floors be sticky and your calling ordained.  Love, Jami

About jamiamerine

I am a wife, mom, & seeker of joy! I love to share funny and inspirational tales with my fellow moms. I fully believe that God intended laughter to be a form of rest and worship. I have a few kids. I have a few years on me. I have a great husband. And I love to laugh. I studied home economics in college, I can cook just about anything, but do not ask me to sew. In my graduate work I studied education and human development, I consider my life continuing education, my children are my ongoing thesis. If they survive that, I will let you know! I write non-fiction for laughter, respite, and inspiration. I also am in the process of submitting my first fiction mystery and have two more in the works! Mom life is hard work. My prayer for my readers is that, even if it you just have five minutes, you can be inspired and encouraged today. Keep it short and sweet... rest in Jesus girlfriend.
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29 Responses to #31 Days of Stuff I Wish You’d Stop Saying: Day 22 “I am praying for you really hard.”

  1. Jess Guest says:

    When my little girl was in hospital for her first 8 weeks of life getting open heart surgeries and such I had someone tell me “Our whole church is praying for your baby so God HAS to heal her.”

    I threw up a little in my mouth.

    I have never prayed so hard in my life as I did the day I pleaded that God would let me please keep her. I sat in the playground outside the hospital while they gave her a spinal tap and just prayed with every part of me “Please let me keep her, please let me keep her, please let me keep her…” over and over again and He did. Four years later she is sitting on my lap right now playing with her purple hippo, dodgey heart, feeding tube, and all the other diagnosis not really phasing her as she makes the little wheels spin. But I’ll bet the mother accross the hall who said goodbye to her little girl prayed to. Prayer is complicated and simple. I don’t pray to change God, I pray to change me. And if God says “no” or “not yet” numbers are not going to change that because it is to His Glory and my good.

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  2. martymayes says:

    I love your snark! We should be besties! I’m guilty of attempting to get people to see beyond their catastrophes on fb. I have a fb “friend” who ENDLESSLY complains and asks for prayer the “I can finally finish painting my enormous house so I can go to sleep so I may be my best to fly to Paris tomorrow!” She’s a long term international flight attendant who jets here and there all the time. The other day she went into a tirade of how her life was so horrible because her flight was delayed and she would miss her commuter and not get home in time to fix her tea, get her blankets and get comfy on the couch in time for Scandal. I almost flipped! While my health situation is not as dire as a lot of folks I’m fairly sick, was having a really bad and “pleasantly” explained how her inconveniences were just that! I was surprised she didn’t unfriend me but she did erase my comment. Unfortunately, it didn’t convict her like I’d hoped because she didn’t erase her status. Maybe one day she’ll get it!!

    I shed a tear from laughter about you not being at your car!! Thank goodness Justin didn’t get there before your realization! Thank you for the early morning laughs!

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  3. Rebecca says:

    …and here I thought it was just my old age that made me so “snarky” about some of the stuff posted on facebook! “God, help!” indeed.

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  4. Colleen B says:

    The more I read of yours the more I really love you. 🙂 You are brilliant and hilarious!!:)

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  5. Keri says:

    This. So much this. I say it all the time! Not about prayer but about time for other people. I have chronic lyme disease which for most people is their only “job” because it’s debilitating physically and mentally but I run a small business with my parents. I have 4 kids (7, 10, 14 & 16) and the oldest has high functioning autism and learning disabilities and the 14 year old is clinically depressed with a multitude of health problems.
    When people with no kids, no after school activities, no sports, no regular church obligations and possibly no spouse ….just a 40 hour a week job and say they don’t have time I could just scream.
    p.s. I get a little snarky at times too, just a wee tad 😉

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    • jamiamerine says:

      Bless. I have a chronic illness as well. It’s very hard. You’re doing a great job. I am honored you took time to comment. It means so much from a reader that understands. ❤️

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  6. So, this is wonderful. Not wonderful that you tried to steal someone’s Buick (:)), but that I have found someone with the same Facebook issues as me. It is a love/hate relationship.

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  7. Ren says:

    Um, EPIC. I loved the lesson yadda yadda, but ROTFL about sitting next to the wrong buick. ❤ Great read.

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  8. Karla Cook says:

    There are a couple people I know who can’t seem to make a prayer request without saying “Pray really hard…” as if the “harder” we pray the more likely our prayer is to be answered. And it’s usually for minor, temporary things that don’t matter all that much in the big scheme of things. Drives me crazy!

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  9. AubreyAubrey says:

    I’m new here. Like a whole week old when it comes to reading your blog. But I’ve stalked you a little bit on FB and here on your blog. Sister, you’ve got some sass. And a healthy way of laying it down and making it real. I love the snark, I love the truth. Thanks for writing.

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  10. Amen to this post!!! I wish people would WAKE UP and realize that the real Jesus is not about our comfort especially when it has to do with luxury and indulgence. This was a conviction that we had a couple of years ago and we sold the big house and fancy cars and simplified due to our convictions. It was so freeing! None of that matters, only distracts. I rarely hear things like this from others and it’s a breath of fresh air. …. Be glad the Buick was locked. It would have been way worse if you had been climbing into it when the owner came up! Hahahaa!!

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  11. Heather says:

    I love all of your post but this got me the most. You say what everybody else it thinking and I’m praying REAL HARD that God changes my heart on a lot of things. Thank you for your ministry. 🙂

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  12. Christina Z says:

    So…I’ve been thinking about prayer and answering prayer a lot lately. My husband and I were gifted a cruise (A CRUISE!) It was our 13th wedding anniversary and we were so excited to go. I texted my sister (sorry if this is TMI especially as a new reader) that I was a little bummed that “Aunt Flo” was scheduled to visit for that week. Fast forward….wonderful cruise, indescribably beautiful time together and with our generous friends. No Aunt Flo. My sister texted me on our return and I told her, surprisingly, that Aunt Flo didn’t visit which was weird…maybe it was the sea air. She sent a winky face back saying it was probably because she prayed for it to come the following week (which it did). What?!?!?!?!? Why??? This trip would have been amazing even with the “visitor” that every single woman of childbearing age has to deal with every single month. Did God do that? Did he answer my sister’s weird prayer for me???? No clue.

    Also, I realize that your post was more about the issues of asking for prayer on social media (which I did NOT do…I haven’t even posted pics about it…though my husband did.) But it’s a question that I felt like talking to someone about semi-anonymously 🙂

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    • jamiamerine says:

      That sounds like an answered and welcomed gift. Speaking without a uterus I don’t miss – I think God is in the small stuff. And I think he heals, blesses and loves to surprise us. But I am more convicted than ever at what I expect him to answer. Things I think are owed to me because I did … That was my prompting. I appreciate your thoughts. I feel like I will be addressing it again . It’s complex. And I love this story. ❤️

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  13. Joelle says:

    Love this. I laughed out loud actually. And I made a mental note or 12. Thanks.
    This kinda reminded me of the time I got in the wrong car. I sat down and looked over to see my kids in the next car laughing and waving their arms frantically at me. Oops. 😉

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  14. Cherisse says:

    Good post, Jami. This speaks to a related problem that I had going to church for several years after our daughter passed away. It was so hard to listen to the prayer requests. Honestly, it was a long road back to praying at all. Once I did, my prayers changed drastically. After 13 years, I have more grace, but I still struggle sometimes with looking/listening to the lists of illnesses that we generate EVERY time there are prayer requests. That is fine, that is being in community with believers who genuinely love people. I know God is listening, but why is that the main thing we pray for when together? What are we doing to our hearts when all we pray about when we are in community is for sick people to get better? Better than blisters, but it still it confines God mainly to that of healer. I clung to years to what Mike Cope said one day, “God is God, I’m not going to get it” – but I have to believe God is so much more.

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    • jamiamerine says:

      Oh Jesus… Mercy. This is more than I can speak to but so much of what I want to convey. To bury your girl, I am so sorry. I believe God hears us but I would like to come before Him asking for less… Grateful for all He’s done. I know my post had silly aspects but I hope it makes people think before they speak. May the peace of Christ be with you.

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  16. Laura Cole says:

    Thank you! This was exactly what I needed to hear. My church family lost two members last Tuesday. I played the piano for back to back funerals and felt miserable all week. My co-worker (whose father-in-law was one of the church members who passed) is hurting deeply from a devastating family situation. I never knew that my presence at the funeral could make such a difference to her. I was so focused on my own feelings that I did not realize her position and how I needed to re-focus on her until you posted this. She came in search of me at the funeral and told me that by just being there, I helped her. I shared Psalms 34:18 with her. It gave me great comfort and I hope that it helped her, too. Thank you for telling us what we need to hear instead of what we want to hear! Keep it coming!

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