I’m going to tell you a funny story, but first I must tell you that no offense is intended. The guy I’m about to tell you about, the youth leader I had for the last couple of years of high school, is a fantastic guy. He’s now someone I would consider to be a dear friend, and one of the most humble, loving and hilarious guys I know. So this is by no means a way for me to slag him off, I love the guy.
Now, the guy I’m talking about used to have a little problem with speed, and this one time in particular my friend and I were in the car behind him as he was driving a carload of young guys up to a music festival. They were towing a trailer, and even when we sped up to 120km/h we weren’t keeping up with them. (For this story to make sense you have to realise that the speed limit here is 100km/h ordinarily, or 90km/h with a trailer). We don’t actually know what speed he was going, just that it was faster than us and definitely faster than was legal. We were freaking out. I was on the verge of tears, worried that someone was going to die. My friend and I got talking about this guy’s affliction for speed, and wondering what it would take for him to overcome it. We came up with this idea that if he were to be involved in a minor crash, where one guy from the youth group was to break say an arm, he might be shocked into changing his ways.So we prayed for God to make this happen.
A few months later the traumatic experience of helplessly watching them speed had faded from our minds. No crash had occurred, and his speeding continued. I hadn’t seen him drive for a couple of weeks though, and it came out that he wasn’t driving because he’d recently received another speeding ticket, which tipped him over the limit of demerit points and lost him his license for a few months. This caused him to review his speeding practises and reconsider them. WHAT. My friend and I couldn’t stop laughing. The end we desired had been achieved, without any of the young guys getting hurt, and with a lot less damage being done (except possibly to his ego).
That was three years ago. Still, to this day, I laugh every time I remember it. Sometimes uncontrollably. God cracks me up! The point of this story is that God worked in a way I couldn’t have imagined, and that though He answered them in a different way than we expected. He answered our prayers. It may have seemed silent for a bit, but that’s because He was busy working.
Honestly, I thought that God hadn’t heard me. Or that He had ignored me. That He didn’t want to answer me. But that is never the case. God is always working, always moving, always doing something for us, even if we can’t see it or feel it at the time. He promises never to leave us or forsake us. (Deuteronomy 31.6, Hebrews 13.5) and we can trust in this because He who promised is faithful. (Hebrews 10.23). My life is a bit chaotic, and honestly, it isn’t easy. Sometimes I can’t sense God is working, but I can rest assured that He is because He is faithful, and He loves us, and in all things God works for the good of those who love Him. (Romans 8.28).
I don’t need to know what the future holds - I know He who holds the future. And I know, from this example and many more, that He has a plan for the future and is working in things even when it seems He isn’t. So let God be God and let yourself fall at His feet. He knows best.