I was bedridden for two days due to fever and flu. I slept most of the time. My mother would bring me food or I'll get up to join them to eat and go back to sleep again. During waking moments, I pray and take time to read. Thank God I was able to get up today, at 6am, to do paperworks. Finished by lunch time.
One of my readings went to Isaiah 38, the story of Hezekiah and how God healed him. Isaiah delivered the news from the Lord that he shall die and not recover. In verse 2, Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to the Lord, and wept bitterly.
The Lord relented and sent another word to Isaiah to tell him that He has heard his prayers and seen his tears.
I remembered the preaching last Sunday about the story of how God has relented from the destruction of Niniveh because of prayers of the people.
His love and grace is sufficient for us that while we were sinners, He died for us. The same love and grace He bestows to people who earnestly prays to Him for requests that should glorify Him.
Prayer changes things, not for us but for His glory.
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