I've been doing Beth Moore's Revelation study and it talks about the golden bowls full of prayers of the saints. (Rev. 5:8)
The only thing of this life that makes it up there are our prayers.
Ms. Moore suggested that the prayers sit there in the bowls until they are answered or come to fruition. Recently I was talking with a friend about a situation and as we were talking and I was giving the update of the situation he said: wow, that sounds like a real answer to prayer. It occurred to me that I hadn't even quite recognized it as that. And that prayer only sat in a bowl up there for 24 hours. What about the ones that have been there ten years? It makes me wonder if the answers are so different, or unexpected, or if it is us that changes in the meantime.
Our prayers are like incense to Him. Incense. Really? I sometimes wonder if mine aren't like dinner leftovers that I took to work in Tupperware and forgot about. But he doesn't forget our prayers. Some waft up and seemed to be zipped right back down with an answer like a lightening bolt. Some sit. In a golden bowl in the throneroom for as long as they need to sit there for.
Maybe when they come back down they are unrecognizable but not because they have grown stale but because they matured much faster, much prettier, than we ever could have imagined. Suddenly this tiny thing we dared to ask for is standing huge and gleaming in our soul, a testament to how good He truly is.
Don't know about you, but I feel the urge to go add some "fluff" to those bowls up there.