So we prayed and checked the forecast. A wonderful Christian woman had called me the week before. She had promised to be there. But would she come in the rain.
By 10:45, the rain had stopped. The clouds began to clear and the sun came out. Hurray! The kids and I blew up balloons, and loaded the car.
A friend from church arrived 15 minutes early! Woo hoo! We wouldn't be alone. Then another friend from church. And then people I didn't even know. Wow. Some people needed to leave early, and others came late. But all-in-all, we had 20 people attend the event.
We read prayers and scriptures for an hour. Just as we were finishing, a man drove up and got out of his car. He knew some of the people there, and said hello. He asked if he was late. We all laughed and I said that we were just about to sing. He launched into Amazing Grace with a beautiful, strong voice. Everyone joined in. Then we sang American the Beautiful, which the kids and I had been practicing all week.
I asked if everyone had enjoyed the event and if it was something they wanted to do next year? A resounding Yes! Next year it will be bigger and better.
On the way home, Jor Man commented that he knew God was there, because we didn't think anyone would come. "God brought all those people!" I was so pleased that he attributed the success of the event to the Lord.
Did any of you attend a National Day of Prayer event with your family? I'd love to hear about it. Perhaps you could plan to attend or coordinate next year's event in your town. It's a wonderful way to seek the Lord together.
Wish you were here!