My Not Mine

Lord,

Your Word says this:

Is any one of you sick? He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven. Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective. James 5:14-16 NIV


What do I do? I say prayers in isolation or even corporately, rarely touching the sick person. Not even using oils. More importantly, Lord...where is my faith? Where is my confession? Make me a righteous woman Lord. Forgive me for my unforgiveness. Forgive me for holding a grudge against someone I should love. Thank You for taking my sleep tonight. I needed this time with you. Thank You for the children. Thank you for the neighbors and their sweet ways. Thank You that the dog is safe at home and not killed because of some really good neighbors. Thank You for the written Word that saves me from complete and utter lunacy. Thank You for cake, darling teens, helpful aging women, pragmatic men, humorous friends and the day's end!

Thank you, Holy Spirit, for reminding me not to fly off the handle today on more than one occasion. You saved me from embarassment and from harassing another mother in the carpool line. You saved me from aggravating a store clerk and a whole slew of people at a store today. You saved me from losing a dear friend by angrily pointing out her faults and the fault of her child.

Thank You for the air conditioning and the fans. Thank You for indoor plumbing and good medicine. Thank You for my body, no matter how it may or may not work. It is in Your perfect plan. You are Right and I am right in Your Hand. You are in control of all of my functions. You can heal my body of every disfunction. My thyroid can be healed. Completely. My periods can become normal again. My hair and skin can grow at a normal rate and be unblemished. My eyes can be untarnished by wool spots. My back can be straight as an arrow. My body can be free of pain. My ankle can be strong and unbending. My heart can be right with You.

My is not mine...it is Yours. I am Yours to do with what you please. What you please is that I stay in relationship with You and lead as many people to You as I can before I'm gone from this earth. Sick or well, healed or infirmed, pregnant or barren...I am Yours for Your holy purpose. Selah.