ELOHIM SHAMA THE GOD WHO HEARS - REV. GRACE REYES
“I have called upon You, for You will hear me, O God;
Incline Your ear to me, and hear my speech”
It seemed to me like any other day, I had settled into my office to read some of my devotionals and relax after a day spent running errands and cooking dinner. My husband had enjoyed his meal and was also relaxing in the next room.
Suddenly, my husband came into my office and mentioned that he was not feeling well, I looked up from my desk and asked some questions to assure myself and him, that it was nothing serious. My husband had various health issues which left me on guard. I offered to call the doctor after the second time he came into the room. He agreed that we should call and ask about the pain he was having in his chest and shortness of breath.
The doctor upon hearing the symptoms suggested I bring him into the ER which I immediately did. I prayed with him in the car as we drove the half hour to the hospital. He seemed relaxed and not suffering any distress. The nurse at the triage had received the call ahead of our arrival, and immediately took him into the triage room and did an EKG. Before I knew what was happening, he was wheeled upstairs, and I was told to follow and wait in the family room. You see my husband was having a heart attack and time was of an essence.
It was at that moment, sitting in the waiting room alone that I began to pray, then I called several of my prayer warrior sisters and told them the news. They offered to come and sit with me, but I felt they were more help to me praying in their homes, so I refused. I called an aunt in New York, who is a seasoned intercessor, she prayed with me and when I was done, I saw a figure at the door that seemed to be waiting, it was the surgeon. He told me my husband had a main artery that was blocked, and had I waited he would have died.
A few days into his recovery at home, he was walking toward me and nearly fainted, I ran to catch him and sat him down in the nearest chair. He complained that the room was spinning. I offered to call an ambulance, I was scared, he refused and said he just wanted to lay down.
I waited for a while before I left the house. I felt I needed to leave and talk to God; I did not want my husband to hear me and worry. In a calm voice I told my husband I would run out to the store, assuring him that I would come right back.
As soon as I pulled out of the driveway, I began to cry out to God. I screamed in that car and asked Him to “please help me”. I need strength Lord, I need wisdom, I need you more than I have ever needed you.
That night I was awakened by a loud voice crying out, “help me”. I jumped out of bed, ran to the window and saw only darkness. I stood there a moment expecting to hear it again, when I did not, I thought perhaps I had been dreaming. I climbed back into bed and asked God, “is there someone I need to pray for?” The cry sounded like someone who was in distress. The Lord did not respond; there was only silence.
I prayed for people that came to mind and drifted off to sleep. Again, the loud cry, “help me” penetrated my sleep, I immediately opened my eyes, starring into the dark room. Then I heard the Lord ask, “do you recognize the voice?” I thought for a moment, and then it hit me, the loud cry had been mine, warm tears ran down my face.
The Lord said, “I wanted you to hear what I heard in heaven when you called out to me, I heard your cry for help today. I inclined my ear to you”. He cared enough for me to reassure me that he had heard me, he is Elohim Shama, the God who hears.