Chapter Eleven

My Maker is my Husband. The Lord of hosts is His name.

Isaiah 54:5

The Wailing Wall

Guided by my prayer, I will to will Thy will, I found myself in Israel where I experienced many profound and wonderful things.

While standing before the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, a woman asked me if I knew the wall’s significance. She explained that each person was to write a prayer on paper and then put it into a crack in the wall. If the paper disappeared into the wall, the prayer was accepted by God.

Not knowing what to write, I prayed, “I will to will Thy will.” The woman gave me a scrap of paper, and from my pen flowed the words, “I wish to be God’s wife, and serve Him all my life.” I was stunned as I read what I had written. “Eiii, my goodness!” I thought. “Lord, where did this come from? Forgive me. I would never imagine such a thing.” But there it was, and I trusted the Lord. I trusted the prayer He had put into my heart.

Again, without thinking, I began to fold the paper into triangles, smaller and smaller. Finally, about the size and shape of a suppository, I found a crack and still praying, I gently but firmly worked it in. Suddenly, ssshhhooooop! It was gone. Not a sign of it. The paper had completely disappeared, leaving no trace.

I looked around and saw countless other pieces of paper hanging hopelessly from crevices in the wall. Mine was gone forever.

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