Once after a sacrificial meal at Shiloh, Hannah got up and went to pray. Eli the priest was sitting at his customary place beside the entrance of the Tabernacle. Hannah was in deep anguish, crying bitterly as she prayed to the Lord. And she made this vow: “O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, if you will look upon my sorrow and answer my prayer and give me a son, then I will give him back to you. He will be yours for his entire lifetime, and as a sign that he has been dedicated to the Lord, his hair will never be cut. ”
1 Samuel 1:9-11
Dear God, I feel like I owe you something. I mean, obviously I owe you my life, but is there something else. See, you’ve been working on answering a long-standing prayer for my wife and me for many years now, but I couldn’t see what you were doing. I prayed the other day that I e prayed and prayed and haven’t heard anything. Now, I’m hearing something and it’s so encouraging and impressive. It feels like I owe you some sort of sacrifice of worship.
Last night, I was listening to a sermon about Hannah and it kind of reminded me of this situation. She was miserable. She was desperate. So she determined that she needed to make a vow to you. A sacrifice. Now in this case, you needed her son so you apparently had a plan the entire time. If she hadn’t been batten she shouldn’t have been desperate enough to make this vow. But she was, and she did.
Father, maybe I don’t owe you any more than I did a month ago. Maybe I just need to hold on to what I’ve been praying by faith for the last few years—that this is the road you need us to walk for your plan. Just show me what to do and how to be faithful. I’ll do my best to be whatever you need me to be and do what you need to do. But I will give you and extra thank you because I am so grateful.
In Jesus’s name I pray,