Reflections

As I sat in church yesterday I found myself praying for many of my friends and their families. Quite a few of my mom-friends are going through difficult challenges in their lives right now and since I wasn't tackling any toddlers in the pew (hubby stayed home with the boys) I had a few grace-filled moments where I could offer up quiet and sincere prayers for them. Prayers that they would find comfort and peace, that they would be blessed abundantly.

After church, I noticed that one of my friends I had been praying for had been at mass. She must have been hiding in the back ;-). We had a chance to talk for a few minutes and she gave me an update on her situation.

And the whole interaction left me pondering how cool prayer-life is.

Here G. and I were at the same mass, but didn't even know it. I'm sure that happens quite often...people are praying for others and the intended recipient hasn't a clue. But surely the cluless one is on the receiving end of graces given.

How many times have I been prayed for and didn't know it? How was I blessed by these prayers?

I'm not sure what I'm even trying to say here. Somehow this post seemed so much more eloquent in my head. But I was pleasantly amused and sufficiently awed at how neat it is to know that at any given time, we just might be on the receiving end of an offered prayer.


And it reminds me to keep praying for my friends and my family. That even though I might not know what they need right now in their lives, God does and He will be happy to know that I'm thinking of them.