Cover It With Love

Have you ever had someone come to you and say, “Pray for me,” and somewhere you hear something deep?

Maybe they were hurting. Maybe they were afraid. Maybe they believed—and somehow maybe they thought you had a key to prayer they did not have?

And of course, we should pray for one another. Scripture tells us to carry each other’s burdens, to intercede, to stand in faith together. There is something holy and beautiful about a friend who will stop what they are doing and bring your name before the Father.

But I wonder. I wonder if we rush to people before we rush to God.

This morning, I kept thinking about Jesus’ words: “Seek first the kingdom of God…” Before the phone call. Before the text message. Before the panic. Before we look for someone else to steady us, there is an invitation to come close to the One who already sees, already knows, and already has enough grace for the moment we are in. Our Father. Our Daddy.

The battle is real. But I am beginning to believe that so much of the battle takes place inside us.

There is a battle between the flesh and the Spirit. A battle between fear and faith. A battle between what God has spoken and what the world tries to snatch away.

Jesus talked about seed falling on different kinds of soil. Some seed is snatched away. Some springs up quickly but has no root. Some is choked by the cares of this world. But some falls into good soil and produces fruit.

And I wonder if that soil is being formed in us every day.

When we hear the Word of God, it can become nourishment to our bones. It can settle us. Strengthen us. Heal what panic has been shouting over. But if we step too quickly out of that quiet place and back into the noise of the world, how easily the word can be stolen from our hearts. I had a conversation with someone at the Doctor’s office this morning and it landed with both of us.

That is why the renewing of our minds is not optional. It is daily bread.

We cannot live on yesterday’s peace. We cannot live on someone else’s prayer life. We cannot live on borrowed intimacy with God.

Yes, ask your friend to pray.

But also go to the Father.

Go trembling if you have to. Go messy. Go with no words. Go with tears. Go with questions. Go with only the name of Jesus on your lips.

Because our hope is not in our circumstances changing quickly. Our hope is not in this world finally becoming safe enough to rest in.

Our hope is a Person.

His name is Jesus.

And because of the finished work of the cross, there will be a day when every battle is over, every tear is wiped away, and we are fully with Christ. That will not be the end of the story.

It will be the beginning of everything we were always meant for.

So yes, I will pray for you.

But even more than that, I want to remind you that the door is open for you too.

You do not need a spiritual middleman.

You have a Father.

You have an Advocate.

You have the Spirit of God within you.

And the One you are asking others to reach is already reaching for you.

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