This past week has been a little bit of a whirlwind. My husband and brother have been working to get their new business underway, we sold one of our temporary A to B cars, got my husbands “new” truck back, had an E.R. run with our oldest and did our best to squeeze in family time along with our normal day to day responsibilities. These things have led us to having our heads bowed and praying for more than our normal load of request. God answered many of those prayers and it honestly blew me away.
Recently I have been praying over my husband and brothers business. I have been praying not only for Gods hand to move to bless their efforts, give them stability and success, but also for God to keep them humble, keep their hearts pure and their minds focused on helping others along the way (a big part of their business plan). The guys have invested so much time and effort so far, and I couldn’t be more proud of them. But I was also trying to push feelings of fear and worry out about whether or not things would take off quickly. God answered my prayers however this past week and it gave me a feeling of peace that I was searching for. This past week, the guys got the call they have been waiting on. They landed a contract for snow removal, landscape maintenance and lawn care for multiple of a companies locations. It is not going to make the guys rich, but it gives security and promises at least a return over the next year of what they have financially invested so far. They of course are excited, and I will continue to pray for them as work continues to grow.
Next prayer that was answered were prayers over our oldest son (yes, he is my stepson, and maternal credit goes to his real mother WAY over me, but he is my kid nonetheless.) On Wednesday evening, during the first defensive play of his schools football game, he injured his hand. From the stands, I had no idea how bad it was, but I knew if he was yelling out in pain and for help it wasn’t great, he’s a tough kid. His teammates yelling “you can see the bone!” didn’t help either. I can only assume my husband was praying on the drive and in the waiting room as well. Thankfully, a very nasty gash did not clip any nerves or tendons, just exposed the bone. After flushing the wound and 10 stitches, he was ready to go home with his mother. An injury that could have been much worse, will only end up with a scar and pretty cool pictures. Again, feeling extremely blessed from this.
Then there was one other prayer that was visibly answered. My husband has been trying to sell his car for a little while now. Two weeks ago, a young man from Vegas called saying he was in
visiting family and really needed the car. He asked my husband to hang on to
the car for a week to allow him to get the money together. He agreed and on
Thursday they met. This alone was an answer to prayers, but it didn’t stop
there. This car was far from a clunker, but wasn’t the nicest vehicle either.
It was very much was a car that got us where we needed to go and didn’t look
too bad. We were very thankful for it when we came across it during our time of
need last year. But this man was so excited about it. Who would’ve thought this
car I couldn’t wait to be out of our driveway, would make someone so happy?
Later while we sat to eat dinner, my husband made a point to pray for the man
to make it back to Cleveland
safely and that the car would serve him well during the time he needed it to,
as it did us. A few moments later his phone rang, it was the man that just
purchased the car. He had gotten pulled over because he didn’t have plates on
the car (the BMV was closed by the time they were able to meet that night, and
he warned him that it was risky) and he had a suspended license (something he
hadn’t filled my husband in on). The man was hoping that my husband would be
able to tell the officer that he had in fact just sold him the car and
hopefully get him out of some serious trouble. The officer refused to speak to
my husband and the man hung up. Our hearts sank and my husband prayed again. A
few moments later, the man called back. He thanked my husband for praying for
him and told him that the officer had let him go with a warning. He was back on
his way. There was no reason that the officer shouldn’t have pursued this. I
truly believe God stepped in and protected that young man and allowed him to
As a Christ follower, I know my God is always there. Sometimes though, I fall into the place many Christians do, where you feel like He just doesn’t care about *fill in the blank*. In your mind, the thing you are asking for or the help that you need is so miniscule, that He has far bigger and more important things to worry about. Other times, you feel guilty for asking for something SO big, like you don’t deserve it or it’s just too much and someone better than you needs it more. We forget that God, as a father, wants to give His children good gifts. We forget that He loves us and nothing is “too small” for Him to care about. Now, that doesn’t mean He will always answer with a “Yes”. Sometimes, it is a “wait” or a “this isn’t what is best for you”, just like we do with our own children. (Side note: How God sees His believers is something I don’t think you can truly understand until you have children of your own. If you care/want all of those things for your children, sacrifice for them, how much more perfect is Gods love for us?) But this past week, I saw the hand of God move and it has filled me with a lot of comfort as I am reminded of His unfailing love.
5 Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God,which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
1 John 5:13-15
13 I write these things to you who believe in the name of the Son of God so that you may know that you have eternal life.
14 This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us.
15And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.