It was a typical Rosehill prayer meeting. No one had even been assigned to take the prayer requests. The men looked at each other and each man pointed at someone else. Leon reached over and took Larry’s baby out of his arms and Larry got up and asked who has prayer requests.
We had the usual conglomeration. The sick neighbor, the unsaved brother, the kids from kids club, and then Larry suggested we pray that it wouldn’t rain on Saturday.
Saturday, Leon had planned a customer appreciation at the Dutch Treat. There was a 90% chance of rain. It seemed a bold prayer. Sort of. It also seemed a bit small. Maybe it wasn’t important to God for us to have a nice day on Saturday. Maybe God has more important things to do than worry about customer appreciation day. Maybe it is even selfish to pray for things that will benefit me.
Now I know that’s not my God, but sometimes that’s how I think.
But we did pray. Not only that evening but we prayer about it later too. Last night when we were discussing where to set up with Relish Barn samples we worridly discussed the rain. “But it won’t rain,” Bert said. “We prayed, remember?”
“Maybe it’ll be over by morning,” Leon said, checking the weather for the hundredth time.
When I got up at 6:30 this morning it was cloudy but the air was fresh with no hint of rain. We had a beautiful day. We also had a beautiful opportunity to be a witness of how much God cares about the little details of our lives. I was blessed as I heard, over and over today, someone telling a random stranger the story of how God held off the rain for us. I could see in their eyes, as they told the story, and I could see in the eyes of the stranger that the story was blessing more people than just me.
My 8 year old brother, on the way home tonight, said with amazement “God answered our prayer”
Yes buddy he did, in a way that you’ll remember for a long time. It was a way to show you again, that he loves us, he cares about our lives.
Why do we doubt him so often?
But sometimes he doesn’t answer the way we wish. Sometimes it seems like he doesn’t answer our prayers.
Like He doesn’t care.
I was making donuts today. Donuts and donuts and more donuts. It gets really hot in there and it gets a little monotonous sometimes so usually we listen to music.
But today we forgot the speaker so we just had to make our own music, I guess.
Dv decided to sing “One more miracle, Lord.”
I always liked that song, especially the one phrase “If the miracle you send, is to walk more close to thee, than I thank you for one more miracle, Lord.”
Sometimes God doesn’t give us the miracle we ask for because he wants to give us a better one. Sometimes we don’t know what we’re asking for, sometimes there’s just so much more.
So keep praying, my friend. Sometimes God gives us the miracle we pray for, sometimes He gives us one so much better.
My sister just said that Meg at music of the starlight wrote about the open house too. I haven’t read hers yet but I have a feeling she wrote about the same thing. Oh well.