Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
“For the Lord is the God of knowledge,
and by Him actions are weighed.”
1 Samuel 2:3 NKJV
The first time I saw this quote I wanted to know who made such an insightful observation.
Then I learned it was a SAHM who went from sad to glad because she had turned to the One who could make a difference in her life.
A woman named Hannah spoke these words, but they were not her first that were recorded.
She first said something like this:
Oh God, please help me. My heart is breaking. Please hear me. Only You can help me. Oh God, please, “out of the abundance of my complaint and grief” I am crying out to You.
She was so distraught that the pastor at her church thought she was drunk.
Yes, she was drunk. She was drunk on despair and desperation, so she went to the only One who could help.
And He did.
These words come from a prayer of thanks and they can be found in I Samuel 2:3. The entire chapter is an amazing story, but I encourage you to read chapter 1 as well so you get the whole picture.
Hannah learned that God knew her and her heart—really knew her—and that He also saw her actions and considered them. This phrase was perhaps a precursor to “a tree is known by its fruits” and “you will reap what you sow.”
For those of you who don’t know what a SAHM is, it’s a stay-at-home-mom. Hannah wasn’t a SAHM in chapter 1 but she was in chapter 2.
Some of the best teaching in the world has come from mothers, whether they are SAHMs or those who also work jobs outside the home. Their hands are as full as their hearts, and their prayers ring in the courts of heaven.
Thank God if you have a praying Mama, and petition God’s mercy upon her if she isn’t. If you are the Mama now, bend your heart and knees on behalf of those who look to you, and cover them with the Lord’s canopy of grace.
For you can be certain that “the Lord is the God of knowledge.” He knows what you do, He sees you, and He cares.
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Drunk on despair and desperation. Share on X*Look closely at the photo above and you’ll see two goslings not far from Mama’s reach.
Etta set her teacup and saucer aside and unfolded the thin paper the pastor had given her. Uneven script, almost juvenile in its lack of refinement, covered the sheet. At her glance, Pastor Fillmore nodded, then rested against the chair back with his coffee in hand, prepared to wait for her perusal.
Lockton, Colorado, October 1879
Dere Pastor Fillmore,
I hope this letter finds you and your wife well since me and Gracie and Ruth left. Ruth went to heaven some three years past. Gracie fares well as does the small congrugation I serve temporary being the sherif and all but my heart grows weary to bear my burdens alone. Would there be a kind and helpful mother-type woman in your church willing to come to Colorado and help me? Like the mail order brides who join other men here at the Rocky Mountains.
God bless you for your help. Please write back to Gracie and send to the general store.
Sherif Bern Stidham
The pastor’s eyes clearly danced in anticipation of Etta’s opinion.
She accommodated him. “This does not read like a letter penned by any man, whether educated clergyman or desperate sheriff.” ~Mail-Order Misfire
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