A Prayer Away

I bought one of my children a VW Bus. It is a project. Frankly knowing what I know now, I shouldn’t have bought the bus. Yesterday they called and said in a panic said the car wasn’t working and I’m stuck in the middle of a busy intersection. Of course being the dad I am, I said I’ll be right there. My child called me 3 more times in my journey to get there. The 1st call was "are you coming". 2nd call is "the police are here and they are telling me the intersection is being closed down because the car is blocking the intersection". 3rd call is "how far ways are you". As I was a couple of blocks away I called to let them know how close I was, and to find out what part of the intersection they were in. They thought I was coming from a different direction so the location in relation to where I was backwards, luckily my keen vision (yea right) I saw where they were and was able to make adjustments before I fully committed to the intersection.

They had been pushed out of the intersection and were in a drive by the side of the road and the intersection hadn’t been closed, the policeman had pushed them over and out of the way. Thank you to all the police that perform these duties daily. Anyway I got in the car and sure enough the car wouldn’t start, as if I have magical car mechanic powers. We towed the car home and I took them to their original destination and I went back to work.

As I was driving back to work, I pondered the thought process that God goes through when we call on him. I know he hears us and starts at the onset to work to answer our call. I compared myself to my child, when I’m in a pickle and need God. I call him and when he doesn’t respond the very second I think he should I call him again and so on you get the picture. Just like my child thought I was coming from one direction and tried to tell me where they were, I do that to God, I not only ask for his help, but I tell him how and when he should answer it. Unlike my hothead self, God has an extreme amount of patience, he doesn’t get frustrated when we keep calling him. He just loves and loves us, continuing to nurture and teaching us to trust him more.

I can say with certainty that God has never let me down. As I’ve looked back at situations I’ve realized that if God had answered my prayer the way I ask him to, it would have really thrown a wrench in to the works. Even though it was most likely tough for him to let me hang for awhile, I am a better man for it. God has, does and will continue to hear and answer us, with all the love and compassion that only God has.