“She called me 5 minutes before we were supposed to be there and said she changed her mind.”
This is the response received when asking for the outcome of a meeting I had to miss. But what no one knew was that 5 minutes before they were supposed to be in that room, someone was praying miles and miles away in a different room. Praying for one so many had already given up on. Praying a family would be given the opportunity to show a young soul that no one was giving up.
God had answered my prayer. And this conversation triggered another one had over a year before. One that wasn’t so grace-filled.
I sat in the meeting, reporting needs, data, and the potential for those “needs” to not be met based on things beyond my control. I sat there thinking of all the pitfalls and solutions when I heard it-a mocking tone from across the room: “Maybe we can just pray about it. Isn’t that what works?”
I don’t recall how long that meeting ran on after that. I don’t recall what was decided. What else was said. What I was being asked to do. Because I sat stunned that my faith has been put on display as some kind of joke. That mocking a praying woman was OK.
It wasn’t the first time I had been told prayer was ridiculous. Praying has always been deemed silly by those who don’t believe in its power. Its power to change people. To move mountains of circumstances. To heal.
I wish I had been strong enough that day to list all the ways in which prayer had “worked.” The proof I had that all that had unfolded, the roadblocks moved had not just been mere coincidence.
The prayers I uttered in corner offices that the most vulnerable would be safe and secure as they passed over the threshold I had soaked with prayers of protection. And the countless wee ones who passed through and stayed because “it’s safe in here.”
The prayers uttered for tough conversations, reconciliation, and healing of hurts I never inflicted.
No one will convince me that the call made within those 5 minutes was mere coincidence. That this time or all the others before, God had not heard the pleas of my heart.
No. I am convinced on that day God desired the same thing, and he worked it out. Just as He will continue to each and every time I ask.
And while it may not be as evident as a call 5 minutes before a meeting, each time I come to Him with the burdens of my heart. He will work it out in His way. His time.
Because despite anyone’s thoughts that what you are praying for may not be worthy. May be silly. May be useless. Keep on praying anyway. He hears you. He wants to answer you. He cares about what’s on your heart.
You can pray for anything, and if you have faith, you will receive it. Matthew 21:22