As I reflect on God’s faithfulness to me over the course of the past week, I realize that I am most thankful for answered prayer. Allow me to explain:
I have a good friend (male), and to my knowledge, he is not spiritually inclined whatsoever. He’s a good man – as well as an incredibly loving husband and father – but seems to be uninterested in matters of faith. We’ve been friends for awhile, so I do not press the issue – the way that I see it, it is his choice to make; and even though I don’t necessarily agree with it, I respect his decision.
Anyway, he was going through a very rough patch earlier in the year, and when I heard the news, I told him that I would be praying for him (if he didn’t mind) – indeed, I was quite grateful that my friend was so receptive to the idea.
Several months have elapsed since then, and I had the opportunity to catch up with him over the past weekend. As he gave me the full update, I was carefully noting how – one by one – the Lord had faithfully and generously met my friend’s needs. I was quite amazed!
However, in my friend’s eyes, he simply believed that “luck” (whatever that is?) came his way, and that these blessings landed in his lap through a combination of serendipity and his own resourcefulness.
I said nothing to this. On the inside, I thought, “You can believe that if you want to, but from where I’m sitting, it sure looks like God has taken amazing care of you!”
Naturally, I continue to pray for my friend (including his yet unrealized spiritual needs), but the Lord is the One who arranges such matters, not me.
I suppose that my God-ordained role with this friendship simply has been to pray. And isn’t it a sweet thing when the Lord answers us so completely and tenderly? My friend may not see it, but I do – and I am quite thankful. 💛