I wrote this a few summers ago…I love the reminder!!
I went to Silver Dollar City with Lydia, my youngest daughter. I am deathly afraid of heights but she talked me into riding the Giant Swing.
We get on the ride with three other people; a dad and two girls around the age of 7. The ride starts and I’m thinking this will be okay until we swing back for the first time. I close my eyes tightly, my knuckles are white and I begin praying, hard, because I am terrified for my life.
“Jesus,” I say, “Just make it end. Oh, Lord, help me, God, make it stop. I don’t want to die…”
Lydia is trying to console me. “It’s okay, mommy,” she says, patting my arm, “It’s almost over, that was the biggest swing, it’s getting lower, it’ll be okay.”
“Oh, Jesus,” I say with more intensity, “Help me, you have to stop this thing…”
From start to finish, the ride lasts 1 minute, the longest minute of my life. When the seat belt unbuckles, I’m saying, “Thank you Jesus, oh, thank you Jesus.” People watching me are getting a good laugh, Lydia is consoling me, and the two 7 year olds are asking dad to ride it again.
As I staggered away, trying to catch my breath, slow down my heart rate, and get the feelings back in my hands, I heard God say, “Oh, Dana, if you’d pray with 1/10 of that intensity we could move mountains.”
When was the last time you prayed with that kind of intensity, when you felt your life was on the line, the death of a loved one, a bad diagnosis? What if we could pray with that kind of intensity all the time? We could, and would, move mountains. God’s Word is an indispensable weapon. In the same way, prayer is essential in this ongoing warfare. Pray hard and long. Ephesians 6:17-18 (The Message)