A Midnight Call

I woke up in the night and, as I have finally learned to do, I begin to pray. (If I'm awake at that hour, there is probably a need, so whatever is on my heart is lifted to Him.)

Prayer for my husband comes to mind. I lift up his need for vision - vision for our home, our marriage, our children, the local church, his own ministry, people who look to him. In a split second of time, I am undone. I cry out for him, for this "burden" that is his as a man of God. It is much to bear.

In an equally brief moment of time, I am painfully reminded of my part to play.

"Obey your leaders and submit to their authority. They keep watch over you as men who must give an account. Obey them so that their work will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no advantage to you." Hebrews 13:17

Cut to the core, I repent, knowing that cheerful obedience has not always been yielded to this man, this authority in my life. How I long to be a source of joy, not adding to his burden but aiding him in his call! Often I have failed. I have unnecessarily burdened him through resistance or lack of respect. So I pray.

"Lord, help me to be a blessing to this man today through instant and cheerful obedience. Let me support him, showing respect for the work he is called to and gratefulness for his place in my life. Help me strengthen him in his calling to lead me, mine, and most importantly, Yours. Amen and amen."