Last night I couldn't sleep. (I should never have taken sudafed before bed!) As I was just lying in bed with my eyes wide open I prayed for people. I have friends who are going through some really hard things and I was lifting them to the Lord in prayer. Subtly, that little thought crept into my mind- does God even hear you? Is He even going to answer?
Just as quickly as my flesh or the enemy brought that thought, the Holy Spirit brought another one. This was a story. My story.
When I was around 8 years old, my family needed a new car. Dad couldn't keep the old one running safely any longer. I decided to pray. First, I asked my Uncle Dean (whom I adored!) what his favorite color was. He told me it was brown. (I don't remember how I felt about that at the time, but I wonder if I was disappointed it was such a boring color!) Anyway, after he told me that, I immediately began to pray for a brown 4-door car. We had a 2-door hatch back at that point and I wished so bad for a car where I could open my door myself! Within days, my dad came home saying he had found and bought a new (to us) car. It was a brown 4-door!
Even at that age I knew God had answered my prayer. My dad knew nothing of my wish and since he was paying cash for the car he couldn't be too picky! That God cared about the desires of an 8 year old girl made an impact on me that I have never forgotten.
So last night I kept praying. I know God heard and I know He will answer!
