thirteen dollars
well
my dear ones,
Who
among us hasn’t prayed
for
a loved one to be healed of a disease,
or
for someone we care about
to
be delivered from an addiction?
Although
the answer is “no” or “wait”
as
often as it is “yes,”
I
believe the asking is at least
as
important as the answer;
and
I’m sure God cares
that
we pray about the big things.
But
what about the small things?
Do
you ever feel like the little things
are
too small to “bother” God about?
Do
you think God even cares
that
we take the time
to
pray about these things?
Well,
I’ll answer that question with a story.
One
day, I had just finished teaching
a
bunch of two and three-year-olds
that
we are the hands of God in this world.
And
on my way home,
God
put it on my heart to go
to
the gas station where I usually get coffee,
as
there was someone there who needed
to
receive a blessing.
I
went and got a coffee,
then
sat in my car waiting.
Within
a couple of minutes, a woman came over
from
the hotel across the street.
She
said,
“I
don’t know how to say this,
So I’ll just say it.
My car broke down, so I had to
stay at that hotel.” *pointing*
“I
gave them all the money I had on me,
but I’m still thirteen dollars short.
Can you help me, please?”
I
gave her all the cash I had on me,
which
was only like five dollars;
then
I wished her well, and drove off.
Yet
as soon as I drove away,
I
felt an uneasiness in my spirit
that
I hadn’t done enough.
Thinking
of the lesson
That
I’d just taught those kids,
I
prayed,
“God,
if you want me to help that woman,
then
let her still be there when I return.”
So
I drove to the bank
to
get the weekly money,
and
took out some extra.
When
I got back to the gas station,
the
woman was still there.
I
asked her how she made out
getting
the rest of the thirteen dollars.
She
told me that she hadn’t gotten any
but
that which I’d already given her,
so
I gave her some more money.
She
started to cry,
and
told me that now she could pay her bill
and
have lunch while she waited for her Dad.
He
was on his way, but wouldn’t get there
for
a couple more hours.
But
the hotel wouldn’t wait,
and
was going to confiscate her belongings
if
she didn’t pay her bill by 11:00 AM.
It
was now 10:50.
I
asked her if she had prayed for help,
and
she said, yes, she had.
So
I told her about how God had
put
it on my heart to go there
for
someone there needed a blessing
and
that person was her.
She
cried some more,
Then
gave me a hug,
and
ran across the street to pay her bill.
So,
does God care that we pray about
the
small things?
I’d
weigh in with a big “yes” on that. =)
Have
a great week! =)
grace, peace, and love to you,
dave