|Sometimes your prayers are answered quickly
||[Jun. 9th, 2011|09:13 am]
Sometimes your prayers are answered quickly.|
This morning, walking from the parking garage to the office, I voiced in prayer an all-to-familiar complaint: "Why am I hanging around here when I seem to have done everything I was put on Earth to do? What use is a grumpy old fat man anyhow?"
Of course I knew the answer-- there is always time and room to become a witness, to help, to give love, to show compassion, to comfort. But the air was hot and humid already, the day stretched ahead with little to recommend it, my antihistamine had not yet started to work, and an old injury was acting up... I was pretty much wallowing in full blown middle-aged petulant self-pity.
10 minutes after arriving at my desk I found myself talking to a young man who needed encouragement, a witness to the reality and value of trust in God, and some perspective on how God answers prayers over time, not in an instant. Which, paradoxically, was a strong, rapid, and complete answer to my own plaintive prayer not 20 minutes earlier.
So here I sit, firmly put in my place once again. Thank you Lord, for your never-ending mercy, your patience, your gifts of Grace, and your gentle remonstrations.