When we first moved into our new building at church, our pastor preached a series on prayer. The first week he reminded us about how we all have mountains in our lives that we pray to be moved. He wanted to give everyone a tangible object to help us really focus on consistently praying that God would move that mountain.
Since they were still unpacking from the move, all James could find were little white plastic spoons in the kitchen. So, he went with it. They passed them out to everyone as we entered the worship center. After thinking about it for a while, I thought how neat it was that all James could find were the spoons because sometimes (not always) our prayers are like little shovels that God gives us to eventually move the mountain one "spoonful" at a time. (I understand that God chooses to move/not to move mountains when He wants, but that's not the point of this story...)
That Sunday some friends of ours definitely knew that their mountain was infertility. They took their "spoon" very seriously and devoted themselves to prayer. Well, they still have their lttle white spoon, but this week they gave birth to a precious little girl. Instead of cigars, they chose to pass out pink spoons to remind everyone that God answers prayer.
Praise God!
What's your mountain?
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