Praying With Lucy Mae


We were doing our night sitting.

Jeff was in his chair and I was on the corner of couch closest him. Watching a documentary on Malcolm “X”.

It was an interesting program, but my attention was elsewhere.

I was having an argument with God.

My husband was an unbeliever at that time. He sat beside me, staring at the television–oblivious to my inner turmoil.

We’d had some conflicts over issues of faith in the past. I’d tried all the tools in my box of dysfunction to get him to church. Only to be met with heated opposition.

It wasn’t until he suggested divorce that I paused my tactics.

“I can’t be the man you want me to be,” he said. “Maybe it’s best to just end this.”

Jeffrey was in kindergarten, Teddy second grade. As a child of divorce, I had not even considered this an option.

I decided to change my strategy.

From that point on, he was all God’s. No more manipulating, guilt-inducing silences, or angry judgments.

It never was up to me anyway.

So we had come to this point of don’t ask, don’t tell. Issues of faith were not discussed. There was this huge part of my life that I could not share with my husband.

The most important part.

But on this particular night, while watching a documentary on Malcolm “X”, God asked me to breach that silent chasm.

Pray with Jeff.

What?

Pray with Jeff.

And the argument ensued.

You know how he feels about this, Lord. He’ll get angry with me. He’ll refuse to do it. It will disrupt this semblance of peace we have been pretending to have.

Pray with Jeff.

He was persistent.

The thing was, the following day, Teddy had a doctor appointment that both Jeff and I were anxious about. I sensed that God wanted me to pray about this with my husband.

Taking a deep breath, I quietly reached for the remote and turned off the television.

My husband looked at me questioningly.

“I’m going to ask you something, and it’s very important to me.”

He began to look nervous.

“Okay?”

“If I asked you to pray with me, would that be very hard for you?”

“Yes. It would.”

His jaw hardened and I felt the opposition coming on.

“I’m going to ask you to do it anyway.”

“Laura…”

He began his protests, but God provided a way.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy Mae enter our space. She looked dolefully up at me and the Holy Spirit prompted.

Scooping her up in my arms, I moved over to share the oversized chair with my husband.

Without words, I offered Lucy’s paw to my husband.

He grinned sheepishly, chuckled self-consciously, and took her paw between two fingers.

It was the beginning of a new nightly ritual. Every evening after that, I offered Lucy’s paw to my husband, and the three of us prayed together.

Jeff remained skeptical for a long time. But gradually, his heart began to soften. Over the next several months, I watched God work a miracle in our lives as my husband tentatively took baby steps toward Jesus.

I shared this story with a friend while walking this morning, and the miracle of it washed over me anew. Our lives have changed drastically in last few years. Jeff is now the praise band leader at our church. My boys now look up to their father as a spiritual leader.

God could have accomplished this amazing feat any way He desired. But He chose to give me the precious opportunity to be involved. Through a simple act of obedience and the help of our precious pet.

I will be forever grateful.

Happy Birthday, Lucy Mae. You make our world a sweeter place.

Comments

  1. says

    Oh how cool is that! Amazing how God can use what seem to be the silliest, most insignificant things to us, to bridge a gap….

    Thank you so much for sharing… and the reminder of what “just” praying does!

    God bless,
    Heather

  2. says

    Oh, dear Laura. The impossible—done. Thank you for letting me see this passing from death to life! Out of darkness and into His marvelous light!
    This makes me eager for opportunities to be obedient—moves me towards obedience!
    Thanks!
    Monica
    (TOTALLY unrelated: guess what I found?
    http://www.wwnorton.com/nap — very cool.)

  3. says

    Precious. Un-humans seem to inevitably lead me into deeper communion with God and everything in which God abides. Well told story!

  4. says

    Thank GOD for Lucy Mae…what a wonderful vehicle GOD chose to use to break down the barrior in your husbands heart. I chuckled and cried as I read. I have seen amazing things with my therapy dogs. I love to watch GOD use seemingly unusual means to accomplish HIS will.
    GOD BLESS, andrea

  5. says

    Laura-I just finish Kay arthurs video driven bible study “Lord Teach Me to Pray”. I was skepical because I knew how to pray…I learned I was praying my way. What a powerful, indepth scripture study! I have so learned the power of prayer and this is just one more beautiful story of its power. HOW AWESOME!!

    I was in a battle with God this week….He won. I don’t know why we waste our energy on those those battles…it’s always better His way in the end.

    Your beautiful!

    In his Graces~Pamela

  6. says

    Such a lovely post. Amazing and wonderful! I know that my nightly prayers with Jasmine, and her willingness to tell God what she is thankful for from the day, have a calming influence and welcome impact on her life. In fact, I “just prayed” the other night for words to come to deal with what could have been a difficult situation. God answered and gave me the words. Prayer … truly amazing. It’s hard to let go and let God, but it works … each and every time! xo

  7. says

    I LOVE this story, my friend….

    I love seeing your heart to follow the Spirit of God even when uncomfortable and questioning…

    I love that God softened his heart..with his relentless pursuit of love..

    I love seeing how transformation has taken your husband to praise…

    It’s all so amazing. Thanks for sharing this, my friend~

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