God doesn’t always say yes. And sometimes the Heavens are terribly silent. Knowing this, the experienced Christian (cough cough…me) begins to be quite practical about prayer. Even going so far as to not ask. Especially for insignificant things.
I went on a walk the other day. Now I am tough on watches and mine is currently an old Wal-Mart ladies watch that is missing part of both sides of the band. I still have the middle part and about 1/2 an inch of metal danglys left over from the band on either side. But it is my watch and I like it. I keep it in the pocket of my snow jacket. On my walk it disappeared. Somewhere on a one mile stretch of road that was covered in 3 inches of fresh powder. Now I have lost childrens shoes in the snow, knowing exactly where they entered the powder, and been unable to locate them even after 15 minutes of digging. This was a hopeless cause. I’d decided not to even pray about it. Why on earth would God care about my beat up little watch when it would clearly take divine effort to locate it.
Then I looked at myself. And I didn’t like my attitude toward Him. Presuming so many things about His character. So I prayed. I confessed that it was silly and presumptuous but told Him that I really liked that watch and if He was not insulted, would really like it back. I looked for the watch on my return walk, hoping for the miracle. All I saw was snowy road. Oh well, such is life.
The next day I looked on my desk. There was my watch. I queried the hunky hubby. He said that our Assistant Manager had found it in the snow, about a 2 minute walk from our house. Did I mention that he found it in the snow! Amazing. It makes me look at Him differently, knowing how vigilant He is to the little things, the things that don’t matter, that wouldn’t matter to anyone else but me, and Him.