Answered Prayers

Laurel Wreath is our hostess this week for In "other" Words. I've never participated before, but when I read the quote she chose I knew I wanted to share my heart. Please stop by and see what she and the others have to say on the subject of prayer.

"When there is little awareness of real need there is little real prayer."

~ Donald S. Whitney ~

Spiritual Disciplines For the Christian Life

My husband was leaving for London in less than two hours. We live forty five minutes away from the airport. How could I have misplaced his passport? We had literally torn the house apart all morning trying to find it. Panic set in. My husband, naturally, was quite upset with me. I had promised him that I would have him packed and ready to go. I failed.

I could see the clock ticking away. I was in tears. He had to leave in less than fifteen minutes if he was going to make his flight. I knew in my heart that I had put his passport in the top drawer on the right. I knew it. But it wasn't there. I feared the worst. Would my husband lose his job because of me?

I felt helpless and hopeless. I was ready to give up. I threw myself on the bed crying. As I lay there sobbing I thought of Philippians 4:6-7.

"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

I remember thinking is it really okay to pray about something like this? I knew He would listen, but I felt like asking God to help me find the passport was taking away from the real needs of others. I pondered over the verse again and then begin to pray.

Lord, I know you know this already and I honestly don't know if I should be asking for this kind of help. I'm scared Lord. I've lost my husband's passport and I have no where else to look. I know You know where it is. Please God give me direction. Amen.

I continued to cry. Mainly because I was feeling sorry for myself. I didn't want my husband to be mad at me. I was scared for me. It was my fault. I went to my husband and told him I was sorry. He hugged me and said not to worry.

I stood in the middle of the bedroom still not sure what to do. I walked over to the chest of drawers and took out the top drawer completely. I bent down to take a peek and what do you know~I see the passport! That's when I REALLY let the tears flow. I immediately cried out, "Lord, you are so good to me. Thank you for allowing this to happen. I see now that You care about all our needs no matter how big or small they seem to us."

To me it's a miracle. I was healed that day, not from physical ailments, but from pride. Who was I to think that I can do anything on my own? God knows every detail of every situation. I have a desire to glorify Him in all I say and do. How am I to reflect His glory when I didn't even trust Him with my need?

I consider it a privilege being allowed to call on God anytime. I don't want the focus of my prayers to be on my needs, but rather honestly talking to Him and asking Him to guide my every step. There's no better place to be, but in the center of God's will.