This was in my email a few days ago:
Psalm 55:22 —
You really need to read this.”Friends are God’s way of taking care of us. “This was written by a Metro Denver Hospice Physician: I was driving home from a meeting this evening about 5pm, stuck in traffic on Colorado Blvd., and the car started to choke and splutter and die – I barely managed to coast, cursing, into a gas station, glad only that I would not be blocking traffic and would have a somewhat warm spot to wait for the tow truck. It wouldn’t even turn over. Before I could make the call, I saw a woman walking out of the “quickie mart ” building, and it looked like she slipped on some ice and fell into a Gas pump, so I got out to see if she was okay.
When I got there, it looked more like she had been overcome by sobs than that she had fallen; she was a young woman who looked really haggard with dark circles under her eyes. She dropped something as I helped her up, and I picked it up to give it to her. It was a nickel. At that moment, everything came into focus for me: the crying woman, the ancient Suburban crammed full of stuff with 3 kids in the back (1 in a car seat), and the gas pump reading $4.95.I asked her if she was okay and if she needed help, and she just kept saying “don’t want my kids to see me crying,” so we stood on the other side of the pump from her car. She said she was driving to California and that things were very hard for her right now. So I asked, “And you were praying?” That made her back away from me a little, but I assured her I was not a crazy person and said, “He heard you, and He sent me. ”
I took out my card and swiped it through the card reader on the pump so she could fill up her car completely, and while it was fuelling, walked to the next door McDonald’s and bought 2 big bags of food, some gift certificates for more, and a big cup of coffee. She gave the food to the kids in the car, who attacked it like wolves, and we stood by the pump eating fries and talking a little. She told me her name, and that she lived in Kansas City Her boyfriend left 2 months ago and she had not been able to
make ends meet. She knew she wouldn’t have money to pay rent Jan 1, and finally in desperation had finally called her parents, with whom she had not spoken in about 5 years. They lived in California and said she could come live with them and try to get on her feet there. So she packed up everything she owned in the car. She told the kids they were going to California
for Christmas, but not that they were going to live there. I gave her my gloves, a little hug and said a quick prayer with her for safety on the road. As I was walking over to my car, she said, “So, are you like an angel or something?” This definitely made me cry. I said, “Sweetie, at this time of year angels are really busy, so sometimes God uses regular people.” It was so incredible to be a part of someone else’s miracle. And of course, you guessed it, when I got in my car it started right away and
got me home with no problem. I’ll put it in the shop tomorrow to check, but I suspect the mechanic won’t find anything wrong.
If you’re like me, you pray and pray and pray for something to happen. Sometimes you get the answer you wanted and sometimes you don’t. But what if you are the answer to your own prayer?
Don’t misunderstand me here; I’m not saying that you are all powerful and that you don’t need to pray about things. You’re not all powerful, because you’re not God, and you need to pray about everything. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t the answer to your prayer – or someone else’s.
I have a friend who has a very sick child. I pray for both of them daily – for healing for him, and for strength for her as the sole caretaker. They don’t have insurance. She can barely afford to pay for his medicines, and now, a hospital stay.
This is a friend who I know only from a message board, and while she only lives a few hours from me, and I’m the nearest person from the board, I can’t get up there to see her and help her. So this Christmas, a bunch of us from the board sent them gifts and money to help out. I’m not tooting my own horn here. I’m trying to say that sometimes, instead of praying for God to help someone, you need to hear God say, “You be my hands and feet on this one, OK?”
There’s a reason that we are called the Body of Christ. We each have a function, and God calls His children to serve their purpose in the world. Stewardship is about using all of Gods resources wisely. Yes, miracles happen a lot – but more often than not, God answers prayers through the faithfulness of the Body of Christ.