Where I See God
Journal #20: An Answered Prayer
“Morning is coming, but also the night. If you would ask, then ask; and come back yet again.” Isaiah 21:12
The doorbell chimes rang followed by a, “Knock, knock.” My daughter jumped to answer. “Mom, it’s for you!”
Walking in I was surprised but thrilled to see an unexpected friend from my growing up days. She greeted me with a warm hug and a big beautiful smile.
“I was on the way to K.C. and felt God detour me. Were you needing me?” She asked.
My daughter and I looked astonished at each other as I teared up. “Yep, I sure was!”
Last week my husband took his annual leave to go on a mission trip to Uganda. Things have been going really good, but around the half way point of these trips each year, I get in a funk just because I miss him. It’s petty, but real, non-the-less. He and I make a great team, which is awesome when we are together. But often, when we are a part, I feel a bit lost. So this last Saturday, I was in my annual “missing my sweetie funk.”
I had exercised to try to get endorphins going and taken my daughter out of the house to peruse the resale shops for vintage clothing, but the funk still stuck like an extra layer of skin. I had decided to try to wash the funk away. While in the shower, I just stopped to pray when I realized, I was letting Satan’s arrows pierce me. I jumped out of the shower, dressed quickly and ran to my daughter with my dripping wet hair. “We need to pray together right now,” I said.
In the prayer, I asked for forgiveness for letting things get to me. I also asked God in a moment of self-pity if he could just send at least one friend to check on me.
An hour and a half later, came the knock on the door. God chose not a local friend but one who lived seven hours away to drop in with flowers to cheer me up. We talked and giggled until 1 am. I was exhausted Sunday morning when it was time to get up and go to church.
Exhausted, but so very thankful!