(Pictures are courtesy of my younger siblings who had fun ice-sculpting - or rather, frost-sculpting!)
It was several weeks ago. My mother and I had to run errands and as we were heading home from our last stop, my car stopped working. This wasn't the first time we had mechanical difficulties with my little five-speed Ford Escort, but it was the first time that I backed out of a parking spot and simply could not get the car to go into first gear. After wrestling with the stick shift for a few minutes, I managed to back into another parking spot (thankfully, I still had reverse!).
A lady in the parking lot saw what was happening and came over to offer us a ride home. I tried to get the car to work a couple more times and called Tommy (who is the family mechanic). We finally decided to leave the car in the parking lot and gratefully accepted the ride home. The lady had lived in this area all her life and it was a pleasure to make her acquaintenance. When Abba and Tommy got home from work and went to check out the car, it was working perfectly. Tommy drove it home without a problem and I think that he and Abba had serious doubts about my being unable to get it into first gear. Tommy informed me, "You just have to
pop it into gear, fast!" I explained that I had been trying to
pop it for all I was worth it and it wouldn't budge!!
So with the family mechanic having pronounced the car in working condition, we accepted his decision. After all, it's hard to fix a problem when you can't diagnose it! Two days later, Ruthie and I had to run errands in a different town, further away. We weren't completely convinced about the car working properly, so Ima (mother) and us children stopped to pray whether we should take it or our 12mpg van. Everyone felt a peace that the car was fine, so we started off. By the time we reached "town", a heavy thunderstorm was brewing. As I made the first stop to pick up goat feed, I noticed that the gears were sticking. By the time I had left the first stop and proceeded to the second stop (Kroger), I had to literally coast into the parking lot, because I could not get the car into first gear. It was in neutral and the only thing I could do was get into reverse. I parked it and we went inside to do our grocery shopping. (If I recall correctly, I also made a phone call to Tommy to inform him that "this car is
not working!"
All this time, I am just picturing us getting stuck in an intersection, unable to get the car into gear, in the midst of almost-rush-hour traffic and thunderstorm! On the other hand, Ruthie is so relaxed and saying, "What's the big deal! If we get stuck, we get stuck. It's an adventure! Why are you worrying and so uptight?!"
After about 45 minutes in the store, we came out with all our groceries and waded through the river that was running across the parking lot :) I started the car and tried to put it in first gear. Nothing. It wouldn't budge. I turned off the engine and reached for my phone to call home and figure out what to do ... and Ruthie says, "Wait! Don't call anyone yet. Let's pray about it!"
And my response, edged with a little frustration, was, "Ruthie, I've been praying the whole time that it would work and it's not. What else do you want to do?"
"Well, let's just pray about it again!"
"Ruthie, I've already prayed ... oh whatever! If you want to pray, go right ahead!"
So she prayed that the car would start working and then I prayed, albeit a little disgruntled and not exactly in faith or expectation that the prayer would be answered. When we finished, I turned on the car and moved the stick shift to first gear as smooth as butter. I couldn't believe it. I went through all the gears and they all worked perfectly! Still hardly believing it, I called Ima and said, "Ummm ... we came out of the store and the car was not working. Then we prayed and the car started working. Do you think it's safe to drive home?!"
The car worked perfectly on the drive home and has been running well ever since. We're still not sure what the problem was, although Tommy did discover that it needed some transmission fluid. In thinking back over the whole situation, I had to wonder why my prayers that would work weren't answered in the timing that I wanted, but when Ruthie and I prayed together - there was immediate change. Maybe it was just a lesson to me to not lose heart and to be willing to
keep asking. The parable in Luke 18 comes to mind ... the first verse says,
"And he spake a parable unto them to this end, that men ought always to pray, and not to faint;"
So there is my testimony! Prayer does work and even when it doesn't happen in the timing or the way that you want it to, I encourage all of you to "pray again" and if possible, get someone to join you in it. Our Father in heaven is waiting for us to call on Him and when we do that, believing that He hears us and will answer, amazing things happen. In fact, I can assure that amazing things happen even if we aren't fully believing. It happened for me.
Let me leave you with this ...
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?" Matthew 7:7-11