I pray all the time.
I pray about everything and for everyone.
The bible says to be specific in what we ask for.
I’m specific. I like to get right to the point.
For as long as I have been a believer, I’ve prayed this prayer when someone leaves a house/my house in a vehicle. This prayer was first intended as one for my husband, who has to drive an hour to work each morning and an hour back each evening. But it has also been extended to cover such folks as the bus driver driving my kids to school in the morning too. Lord knows, she could use the help she can get transporting all those little ones placed in her care safely to school.
This is my prayer:
Heavenly Father, please watch over (insert name). I plead the blood of Jesus over them. Lord God, please keep them save from incidents, accidents, tickets, breakdowns, flat tires, mishaps, freaks of nature, lightening, storms or what-have-ya’s ( I like to cover all the bases just in case). Lord I loose your angels and ask them to go forward to clear the way (preferable of traffic) and I ask that some stay behind and form a hedge of protection ’round about them/(insert name again). I ask this in Jesus name, Amen.
Just recently I’ve added a new line to this old and familiar prayer. ” Lord please keep them safe from crazy men in blue Cadillacs too.” This came about after a stint on a curvy, non-shouldered, two laned, high traffic road that my husband travels on each morning where a man in a blue Cadillac tried to run/force my husband off the road—not once but several times. It freaked my husband out. It freaked me out. Thus he was added.
Anyway, I left the house this past Sunday on my way to a bridal shower…that I was supposed to be helping to host. I had the kids in the car and was half way there when I got caught up in a road block. Seems the local police had nothing better to do that day. I got pulled over for not having an inspection sticker. Well, that’s not entirely true.
See, I had one of those bright orange ( which had faded to a sick pinkish color cause of its age), failure to pass stickers scotched taped (yes you read right—it was that old) to my window. I was due up. It’s not that we were lazy or anything, the car just has a lot wrong with it…a lot of expensive stuff wrong with it. Put it like this, I will tell you what does work on the car: the air conditioning, radio, and headlights. We were just saving up to pay for the repairs of which we now have ten days to have done or else.
After all was said and done and I had successfully convinced the officer not to tow the vehicle, leaving me and the kids standing on the side of the road (seems there was a tiny discrepancy in the motor vehicles’ computer. It said that we didn’t have insurance when we clearly did, only I couldn’t find the blasted card), I realized that I had not said my usual prayer before I’d left the house. DOH! and DAG-NABIT!!!!
Now, I’m not saying that having said it would have stopped me from getting the ticket, but it does kinda make you wonder. I’m just glad that it’s all over. I’m afraid that I wasn’t much of a hostess, though, at the bridal shower. Hope my sister in law forgives me. May your future wedding day be blessed, honey!