14 January 2015
Two things happened today with such startling immediacy that I felt like I was punched in the gut. In a good way. (Not sure how a punch in my soft gut could be good, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
1. I despise being late. No, that’s not accurate. I abhor, loathe, physically revolt against being late. It literally, physically hurts me when I am. Even when it doesn’t matter at all, I still get extremely worked up and my mind races and my hands sweat and I become Ms. Grumpy Grumperson. Today I had to take my hubby to an appointment and we left the house late and with the traffic I knew was impending, I knew we were gonna be late. And N1 would get to school late. And it wouldn’t negatively affect any of us at all, but I was so irritated. I dropped my husband off, and tried to slow my breathing and calm down, but I was still on edge and nothing was working. It was quiet in the car and I said a quick prayer that the time would not affect me so much, that I wasn’t going to pray to be on time, but that I just wanted peace and acceptance for whatever happened, and not be such a slave to the clock. And it was like a rushing wind inside my body, I literally had to readjust my grip on the steering wheel to keep the car on the road. And it was gone. My care was gone. And I was smiling and enjoying the foggy scenery as we drove and happily listened to my girls in the back chatter. I was so grateful.
And against everything that makes sense, not only were we not late, we were EARLY. And I got to hang out with the two cuties while we waited.
2. Baby girl was a MESS this evening after taking the husband to work. A terrible, whiny, cranky mess. And I was quickly reaching my threshold for how much more crying and whining I could listen to. I was nearly in tears when we reached the gas station and I asked N1 to pray because I was losing my patience. She prayed a beautiful 5-year old prayer and again, it was like a waterfall poured over me and I nearly gasped and N2 calmed right down immediately and I was buoyed with hope and energy. Just like a snap. And then I did what I always do when I get gas: play peek a boo with two happy girls.
I wanna throw in a little something. Not all prayers are answered like this, with this immediacy, so while we should be expectant that God will answer prayer, we should also be even more willing to bend to his answer and his timetable whatever that may be. And when the answer comes, be grateful. He listens, He answers. He gives us what’s best for us. I’m so thankful.