One simple request.
“Will you please go lock up the chickens tonight? You can have the eggs.”
I knew these chickens well enough to know I was going to get a least 4 or 5 eggs, maybe even 8. Eggs make me happy…especially farm fresh. I cook eggs every morning.
When I walked over to my friends and lifted up the hatch on the chicken coop, I saw one lonely egg lying in the hay.
I felt a tad disappointed. I placed my one egg in the container, walked back to the retreat and resumed praying. I had invited others to come pray but no one showed up… don’t feel sorry for me because Jesus wanted to talk to me about my one egg in private.
I placed my one egg on a table in the event room, sat on a chair and stared at my one egg. I was over my disappointment and began thanking Jesus for my one egg. After all, one is better than none.
And then that sweet Voice whispered, “Don’t underestimate the power of one.”
I began to think about one.
One mustard seed of faith.
One drop of His blood.
One touch of His presence.
One word of hope.
“Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. “Could you men not keep watch with me for one hour?” he asked Peter. “Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body weak.” Matthew 26:40-41
I felt weak tonight but my spirit was stirred to pray for families reeling over the loss of a loved one. I prayed they would have at least one real encounter with the love of God in their deep pain and sorrow. Of course I don’t want it to stop at one, but I know one encounter can keep a heart alive until the next one.
I prayed for one hour…joined with some singing, some dancing, and some weeping and then walked over, picked up my one egg and headed home. One hour really isn’t that long when you realize you are not alone. And one egg can teach a girl a lot.
The awareness of God’s presence in that one hour of prayer strengthened my heart tonight…maybe that’s what you need too…Just one uninterrupted hour in His presence …praying for others and yourself.