Monday nights

Every Monday night during the school year, Roger takes Luke out to eat at Shilla Teriyaki. If you remember this post, you remember how our Lukey loves his "chicken and rice."

While I'm at the gym and then on my way to Bible Study Fellowship, I love picturing hubby and son having their boys' night out. It's a small restaurant, so of course, the owners have come to know and love our sweet boy, giving him orange slices before the meal and an extra fortune cookie afterwards.

This past Monday, as Rog picked sticky rice from the carpet before leaving (he would vacuum if there was one available. Really, he would!) the owner approached the table and quietly said, "I pray for your son every night."

Wow.

This woman, who knows Luke only as a young boy who loves his teriyaki and has a special heart, has committed to lift him up to our Lord daily.

I know this woman didn't share this to receive praise or admiration for her prayer life. I think she shared because she believes in the power of prayer — by the thousands or by the one. James reminds of us Elijah, a common man whose prayers were able to stop and start the rain (James 5:17-18).

Many in the blogger world are following the story of baby Stellan. He even made the local Minneapolis news yesterday:

"Thousands of people around the world are saying prayers for an infant from Mound fighting a potentially deadly heart condition.

His following is extraordinary and it began online. ...

Stellan is a special five-month-old child. His name has been written in the sands of the west African desert, on cardboard next to the Eiffel Tower, and surrounded by hearts in front of an Argentinean sunset."

I am thankful so many people are praying for Stellan's healing. I am one of them. I am thankful Jennifer is using her blog to point to God. I am glad that God can use anything — even the internet! — to make Himself known.

Most of all, I am thankful that no prayer from God's people goes unheard, petitioned by thousands or by one.