I fumbled around in my purse searching for the familiar shape of my phone. I knew I needed to answer it before the Temptations finished the chorus of “My Girl” or it would go to voicemail. Fishing it out of a deep pocket, I looked at the number and smiled as I answered. “Hey chickie, what’s up?”
“Hi Mama, I have a prayer request.”
I listened as my daughter talked about the need for a car. “Last winter was a hard one,” she reminded me. “We had lots of snow, and now that I’m working downtown, I really need a car. Will you pray with me about that?” She had made do with a bike in her small college town, but I agreed with her that it was time to start looking for a car. Always happy to oblige, we agreed in prayer out loud together for the Lord to supply her needs.
Inwardly, I wished I could help her out, but my BH and I just didn’t have the finances. Ever since she moved out of state, there have been multiple times where our girlie has had an immediate need ~ but we were helpless to attend to it from 2000 miles away.
Like the time she moved into her new apartment on a wintery Sunday afternoon, with nothing but a few boxes of clothes and belongings. Someone from her church had given her a practically brand new bed, but she didn’t have any sheets, pillows, or more importantly, warm blankets. “That’s okay Mama,” she had told me over the phone the night before, “I can just bundle up and wear a couple of pairs of sweat pants and a hoodie to bed until I get something.”
I remember sitting in church that Sunday, trying to decide who I could call to help her out, when I sensed the Lord telling me to trust Him. Can I just tell you something? It was hard to leave it in God’s hands. When our kids are younger, we’re accustomed to giving them what they need ~ especially in the way of food, clothing and shelter. My heart ached thinking of her having to do without something she really needed.
Immediately after the service, my phone rang. I stepped outside to take the call, but could hardly understand what was being said for the excitement in my daughter’s voice. “Mama! Guess what? You’re never going to believe what just happened!” Without waiting for my response, she rushed on.
“You know my friend from church? The one who gave me the bed? Well, she just came up to me and handed me a K-Mart gift certificate for $100! And,” she exclaimed, “then she drove me there and spent even more money on guess what? Guess what?” “What?” I asked with crazy anticipation. “All new stuff for my bed and bathroom! Can you believe it?”
“Mama, isn’t God good? He’s my Hero!”
I laughed out loud as she literally squealed with delight. I had just wrestled with God about this very thing and yet He had come through for her in a huge and unexpected way. Her words echoed in my head for a very long time. “God is my Hero.”
That incident in particular taught me some very valuable lessons that I try to remember every time my daughter(s) requests prayer (and I begin to fret)…
*I can’t always give my girls what they need. But God can. And He promises to supply all of their needs according to His riches in glory. Phil. 4:19
*By not answering their every need, it allows them an opportunity to trust ~ and to witness answered prayer firsthand, giving God the glory.
And isn’t that what we mamas want most for our children? For them to trust in the Lord with all of their heart, soul, mind and strength. We want them to view the Lord as their Savior, trusted Father, Almighty Redeemer…and Hero.