Do you ever face a situation that makes you feel utterly powerless?
When girls with a hero complex (like me) see a need, we feel an irresistible urge to don our red cape and fly in to save the day. Few things are more frustrating to us than seeing a problem and feeling like there is nothing we can do to solve it.
All around us, we witness people who are ill and suffering; those who are about to lose their home, their job, or their marriage; parents whose kids have addictions or have walked away from the faith; friends whose hearts are broken.
And we ask ourselves, What can I do for them? How can I help?
But, at times, we simply can’t.
Discouraged, we give into despair and forget that we still have a secret weapon left – one more powerful than our good deeds or heroic intentions.
It’s called prayer.
So we mumble an almost apologetic, “I’ll be praying for you,” as if we had nothing better to offer. As if it were the least we could do to help.
“The least I can do is pray. The most I can do is pray,” says radio host Dr. Randy Carlson in his program Intentional Living.
I learned that truth a few years ago, during our Women’s Evening Bible Study. At the end of one of our sessions, this wannabe-hero-girl met a woman whose problems and suffering were so severe, she was at the edge of suicide. Overwhelmed by her painful story, I felt there was absolutely nothing I could do for this lady. So I began to pray for her – out of pity to be honest. We cried together, hugged each other, and then we went home.
I figured this would be the last time I would ever see her.
Months later, a beautiful woman approached me after Bible Study. She looked radiant. Something about her seemed familiar, but I didn’t think I knew her. She said, “You prayed for me last year. Back then, I felt like I couldn’t go on living, so I had made up my mind. I was going to put an end to the pain.
“But when you prayed for me that evening, a spark of hope ignited in my heart. I realized God had the power to change my life and my circumstances. I believed. And He did!” she told me, with the brightest smile.
Witnessing her miracle made me realize that I, too, was in need of one. My heart needed to believe again. And I had to be reminded that a hero girl must never forget that the least she can do might be the greatest thing she can ever do for a friend in need.