Prayer is such a powerful purpose. It is easy to get busy and forget that sometimes it is the greatest purpose in a specific situation. At least for me anyway. Maybe the rest of the you are way more spiritual than I am in this area.
Don't get me wrong. I love to spend time with the Lord in prayer. In fact, I find my greatest times with Him are not necessarily in my dedicated prayer time but when I truly pray without ceasing. Just chit chatting with Him about my concerns and the needs of others as I go about my daily life. But...
Personally, I am a doer. When I see anything that needs doing, I have to do it. I can not stand to walk away and leave anything incomplete. When we are strolling through a neighborhood and I see some weeds in a flower bed, I must stop and pull them. That's how God made me.
When I see someone hurting or sick or struggling, the first thing I want to know is what can I do to ease the burden. Don't think this is very noble because it is as much a need for me as it is for the one in need. When I can't find a way to help, I feel as helpless as the one in need. And when I see a need I can't meet, I feelfrustrated. One of the greatest struggles I have had the last few months is my inability to do. So many people we love are going through so much right now and I have to just sit back and watch unable to do anything to help them or ease their suffering. It seems like a terrible cruel curse. To have this desire to reach out and yet to be completely unable to fulfill it.
Or maybe it isn't such a curse. Because in my inability to get busy and get my hands dirty the Lord has given me another purpose. In all those days spent resting when I am tempted to let my frustration grow, the Lord has filled those around me with many needs that I can do absolutely nothing about. And in all those sleepless nights He has provided me with many uninterrupted hours. Hours in which my family is sound asleep. Hours in which I can't clean, cook or wash clothes. Hours in which I can not teach school. Hours in which I am too tired to read a book, write, answer email or sew.
And what do you do when you are faced with all those hours and a mind and heart full of sorrow for those you love? Pray. I pray for the little girl we know suffering with Lyme's disease. I pray for the brothers who are out of work. I pray for our friends awaiting their adopted child. The family who have had their child taken by CPS. Our church and her members. In a time when I feel so worthless, He has given me a wonderful time to spend communing with Him, building a stronger prayer life and an opportunity to help others in a far greater way than my mere physical efforts could ever do.
And isn't that just like our God? When He is bringing us through trials, He blesses us. When we are struggling He gives us purpose. When our growing pains seems so great, He stretches our arms to reach those in ways we might never reach them otherwise.
The great King, Solomon summed it up far better than I ever could in Ecclesiastes Chapter 3
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: ... What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life. ...it is the gift of God. I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him."