My son is eight years old, and I have often wondered if God has given him a special gift of faith. All children have a tendency to hold onto a faith that is simpler and stronger than what we adults have… but my son’s stands out among my three children. We have watched God hold back the rain for his birthday… literally hold it back a mere couple hundred feet from the park that we were going to. We have seen a fire that had filled an entire block minutes before, dwindle enough to only send up a wisp of smoke. And we’ve seen many more smaller examples of God’s lovingkindness and willingness to grant my son’s simple requests.
Today’s examples might be seen as a bit humorous… but they struck me in an unusual way, because they included me.
The first instance regarded a lost calling card. I’ve been missing this card for weeks, and have looked all over for it. Today I tried calling Sprint to see if they could trace the card number or something, and received the definite answer that they could not. So, once again I repeated my plea, “Lord, can you please show me what I did with it?” I thought of the same places that I had looked before, tore through them again, and still no card.
Finally I went to my children in desperation. “Kids,” I said, “Mommy lost a little card that is worth a lot of money. Can you please ask Jesus to help me find it?” They nodded their heads, and I turned to walk into the kitchen.
Not one full minute later, it occurred to me to check my address book. I nearly discarded the idea, thinking that there’s no way it could be in there because it would have fallen out. But still, it wouldn’t hurt to check. So I opened the cupboard, reached for the address book… and out fell my calling card. The kids grinned real big, but didn’t think as much of it, as I did, that’s for sure!
Today’s second answered prayer happened a couple of hours later. I took the kids for a quick run to the fruit stand to get some fruits and vegetables. They usually sit in the car while I pick up my food and pay for it, and this time was no different. I wandered around the stand choosing what I needed, and made my way to where they had a bin of watermelons. They were seedless and a good price, and I thought of how long the kids had been asking for watermelon. So I picked one up and made my way to the register.
Finally I brought my bags to the car and asked the kids, as I put them in, “Guess what I got?”
“What?” they asked.
“Yeah!” they all squealed.
I got in the driver’s seat and put the car in reverse when my daughter spoke up, telling me that my son knew I was going to get watermelon.
“He did?” I asked. “How?”
“Because,” she answered. “When you got out of the car, he asked Jesus to make you get watermelon.”
He had indeed…