My grandfather visited us to spend time with us. One of his main agenda was to pray for me for seven consecutive days. I have always kept it private. However, this time I want to share it with you.
Unlike before, my health was not in its best shape. It was getting worse; it rocked my living. I did not have the slightest idea, at that time, that it would create such a mess with living a normal life. My grandfather with whom I have had good times and close relations, must have known it beforehand.
Just into my marriage, trying to run a family, it did create havoc in my daily life. Here, I won’t go back into every detail of it since I have long written about it and even included it in most of my books. Here are the scripture verses given to him. Some truth does hurt.
Day 1
The first day began with knocking and seeking divine intervention in our prayer time. I too was very familiar with the verses and the ensuing sermon since my young age. I did not know why this verse now. It was knocking on the grace of God.
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. Matthew 7:7
Day 2
Today we read from two different verses – There were confessions to be made known to God in my heart. Wealth is for the time being but health will last longer.
Your gold and silver are corroded. Their corrosion will testify against you and eat your flesh like fire. You have hoarded wealth in the last few days. James 5:3
Day 3
So, he said to me, “This is the word of the Lord to Zerubbabel: ‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit, ’says the Lord Almighty. Zechariah 4:6
It is him, the Lord God who has command over everything. We are powerless without him. He will restore the ruins; through the remnants he will build the city again.
Day 4
‘Call me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’ Jeremiah 33:3 I cannot know all the unsearchable things, but only to the limit God has allowed me. The bigger portion of what is left unknown is for me to see when I met him face to face.
Later on, we talk about the mystery of the living God. He appeared absence, but was present. Perhaps, people wanted to show the Lord God as among them, but he wasn’t invited at the same time.
Day 5
If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples. John 15:7-8
Now talking about wishes in our prayer, this looks promising, I said to myself. The day wasn’t long as we discussed several things about my childhood days with him the garden. Grandpa was a gardener in the hills and also pastoring the garden of the Lord – he is an ordained minister.
Day 6
My grandfather always start the day with Bible in his hands. He read the appropriate and what God has given to him before every prayer. We spent time to reflect on that.
“Sacrifice thank offerings to God, fulfill your vows to the Most High, and call on me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor me.” Psalms 50:15
Day 7
This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him. 1 John 5:14-15
As for me, far be it from me that I should sin against the Lord by failing to pray for you. And I will teach you the way that is good and right.1 Samuel 12:23
But be sure to fear the Lord and serve him faithfully with all your heart; consider what great things he has done for you.
After Seven Days:
After our seven days together were over, he told me that the severity and the threat of my chronic illness had left me. Then, I escorted him to a church service where he delivered a short speech.
My grandfather also sang blessings of our first child who was given to us after five years of our marriage, before he returned home some 1500 miles away.
I am not completely healed, but I’m on my path trying to be useful. It’s the love and the prayer that matters. Above all, it’s all by the grace of God that I’m still able to write this post alive, despite several episodes of brutal seizure attacks.
My brain surgery, later on, did a lot of improvement with its baggage of discomfort in my daily life coming along. To me, just being alive became the meaning of my life.
