Monday’s Breaking Bread
Welcome to Monday’s Breaking Bread. Today, Bettie is sharing about her Grandma’s legacy of prayer. May the Lord open our hearts to receive and be encouraged by His Word today.
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The Legacy of a Praying Mom
I tenderly opened the journal, and its pages almost crumbled in my hands. It’s over 100 years old, after all! And there I saw the handwriting that tells the owner’s name: Mabel Salsbury Dohm, my Father’s Mother.
And I cried as I read her opening Scripture:
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. Revelation 3:20
For you see, I know a part of her story that makes that verse so very valuable. But maybe I should back up a little, and explain how I know these things, since Mabel died almost a decade before I was born.
I grew up hearing about Grandma Mabel, and what a Godly woman she was. She was the second wife of my Dad’s Father, after his first wife died, and she, who was known as a beloved Sunday School Teacher soon found out that a pre-teen stepson was a bigger handful than a room of docile Sunday School children. My Dad told us that this petite little woman wasn’t afraid to be stern when firmness was required, and she had soon won the affection of her new stepson.
Not too many years later, and their home was filled with the addition of a new son, my Uncle Murlin, and four years later my Dad was born, the baby of the family. These were the early 1920’s and modern day medicine was still a long way off. So when my Father contracted polio, the family all huddled together to do anything they could to save his life. But my Grandma Mabel was a woman of prayer, and she sought God to preserve her son’s life. A miracle happened on the darkest night, and my Father was fully healed, with only a paralysis of his eye movements!
But the bigger prayer life that consumed my Grandma Mabel was for the Spiritual lives of her sons. This quote in her journal went deep in my heart as I read it:
O Lord, cleanse us! O Lord, keep us! O Lord, accept of our persons and services, through Him who is our ‘strength’ and our ‘Redeemer.’
My Dad would tell me how his Mom prayed for him during all his years of wandering. And when he returned to the Lord as a young adult, Mabel only lived a few more years, dying from complications a few years after she fell and broke her hip.
But what about the prayers for her other son, my Dad’s older brother? Did she see him return to the Lord before she died? No, my Uncle Murlin spent a life of wandering for over 70 years. He filled up his days with anything that would keep his mind occupied and distracted away from God.
How does a soul so hardened by years of running ever return?
Where can the sound of that knocking on the heart’s door finally be heard?
My Uncle Murlin faced a life-threatening illness, and lay sick in the hospital, receiving treatment, when my older brother visited him in the late 1980’s. My brother David had a way of getting to the heart of the matter with people, and he prayed with my Uncle Murlin, as he found his way back to Jesus.
But the part of this story that fills my Praying Heart with such hope is what Uncle Murlin shared with anyone who would listen during his last months and days on earth. Do you remember the dark night when Grandma Mabel prayed over her young son, facing death from polio? My Uncle Murlin came into the room as she was praying that night, and held something in his heart about that for over 70 years. He saw a light, brighter than anything he had ever seen before, enveloping his Mom and his little brother, as he stood in the background and listened to her prayers. He knew that he was seeing Heaven stoop down and heal his little brother. But his heart ran from that truth all those years.
Until the time for his returning was full.
Until the time that he heard the knocking of Jesus on his heart’s door.
Are you weary in your prayers for your wandering prodigal? Are you fearful that your prayers have gone on too long to be effective? My Grandma Mabel’s prayers did not go unanswered. Even though it took 70 years for them to be made visible, the Glory of God could not be contained! He will restore and He will rescue those loved ones we are praying for today. As I sat with my Grandma Mabel’s precious words, the Lord took them deeper in my heart. I pray they bless you today:
O Lord, cleanse us!
From the sins of the world
From the sins of our hearts
From the plague of this age,
O Lord, cleanse us!
We are crying for our children,
We are crying for our neighbors,
We are crying for ourselves,
We are crying for this world.
How long, O Lord,
Until our prayers
How long, O Lord,
Until You answer
O Lord, keep us!
Our hearts are weary
Our arms are tired
As we carry the burden
As we are tempted to quit
O Lord, keep us!
Our only Strength
Our only Redeemer
Accept our prayers
Accept our service to You
As we lift Holy Words to you
The Shepherd who stands at the door