TOO LATE FOR MY OIL WELL?

oil well

My dad left some minerals rights me more than 30 years ago. I have prayed that the Lord would grow some of that “seed” in my behalf.   Now past 80 years old, I am thinking surely the time is nearing when the Lord will answer that prayer. In another, 10 years will I even want to go shopping?

With that in mind, I’m thinking of Luke’s story about Elizabeth. How Elizabeth must have feel when she was “very old” and had not yet had a child! Did she still want one? I certainly understand if she no longer wanted to go shopping pushing the stroller along the crosswalks! Well, according to Luke, she did still want the child and I guess she was in bliss as friends and relatives pulled down the corner of the blanket to view the miracle.
The angel said to Zechariah, “your prayer has been heard.” When did he pray for a baby? Sounds like he must have given up having a child years ago. No fatherhood for him! But in that land from whence the angel came, that land where time is not, the prayer was heard and answered. They just had to wait for the appointed time! Well, perhaps I’ll still get my oil well!
I am somewhat jesting about my prayer for an oil well. That may be why I don’t get it; I’m not praying very fervently. Also the oil well might not be God’s will, but prayers for the spiritual rebirth of our children are fully in tune to God’s desire. Continue in fervent prayer and don’t give up! You, like Elizabeth, will rejoice and say, “In these days he has shown his favor…” And, like Paul, you can say, “My little children, of whom I travail in birth again until Christ be formed in you (Gal. 4:19).

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to TOO LATE FOR MY OIL WELL?

  1. shoreacres says:

    I had to laugh. That’s like the old joke about waiting for years for our ship to come in, and then discovering, when it arrives, that it’s carrying toxic waste. 🙂

    • oneta hayes says:

      I did think I should be unselfish and rejoice in the flow of money to my offspring, but I wasn’t in the mood. I must say, however, nothing is better than toxic waste. How do I punctuate that so I say “nothing” is better than toxic waste? Maybe that did it. 😀

  2. dawnlizjones says:

    Oh dear dear friend!!! Such a needed encouragement for this season of my life as a parent! Thank you so very much! This has really touched my heart and I AGREE Amen!!

  3. Faye says:

    Oh the hopes and dreams and the legacy yearnings. How wonderful it is to know that our God is the God of the impossible and in Him year by year there are still surprises for us ahead despite or in spite of our ages. . Thank you for the blog.

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