Today, I thought i would tell you about one of my experiences with the power of prayer and by that I don’t mean your usual religious prayer of “Our father who art in Heaven”, but simply calling upon the Angels to assist me in what I perceived as a very traumatic situation. I am sharing this in the hope that it will inspire you to use prayer in your life too.
When my son, Chris, was about 5 years’ old, I took him to Fremantle Market with me. For any of you who are not familiar with the market, it is in an actual building and there are about 3 entrances to it. It is open on the weekends. The main entrance stands on a paved area where buskers and performing artists gather to entertain a crowd of onlookers and, oppsosite the market, stands a Tavern and some take-away food places as well as independent market stall holders selling their wares.
On this particular day, there was a young man performing tricks with fire and quite a big crowd watching him, just as I was entering the market with my son. Chris had wanted to see the artist perform so I explained that we would do so after we had finished. I turned around to enter the market with Chris right behind me, then I turned to Chris and he wasn’t there!
All it took was a split second! Now you see him, now you don’t! Every mother’s worst nightmare – I had lost my child!
The market was full of people. I ran back outside wondering whether he had just dashed off to see the performing artist, calling his name, all the while in total panic! Nothing! I could not see him anywhere.
I ran back into the market, frantically searching, calling his name, from one entrance to the next, I ran and ran, looking at every face with anxiety and desperation rising that I might never see my son again and that he might be abducted.
In total and utter despair and panic, I ran into the security office and told the guard there I had lost my son. He told me to “wait there”, while he searched for him. Well, that was the last thing I was going to do!!
I ran with him while he searched, to no avail – he couldn’t locate him. Now, in tears, terrified and grieving whilst at the same time berating myself for ever having taken my eyes off Chris, I began running back to the entrance praying to the Angels to “please put my son up high somewhere so I could see him, if he was still there and had not been taken away”. I kept running and praying and reached the entrance.
I ran outside feeling hopeless and scanned the crowd and then scanned near the Tavern ; nothing.
Then, all of a sudden, I could not believe my eyes – there was Chris sitting on top of a man’s shoulders!!!
I ran towards him and could not bless and thank this wonderful man, Albert, for keeping my son safe! He was a stall holder and had seen my son on his own. Apparently, as I was praying, Albert was also sending out prayers to reunite Chris with his mum!
If ever I wondered whether Angels were real, I now have no doubt whatsoever that this is so. Angels are everywhere.
No doubt many of you will have had similar experiences to this one and I would love to hear from you so please feel free to share your stories.
I encourage you to try prayer whenever you need assistance for the Angels wish to help us with anything but we first need to ask.
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