If God Really Loves Me then Why?
On Saturday I drove to western New York and encountered some bad weather.
Snow, slush, trucks, dirt, filthy windshield, and my wiper washer wouldn't
work! And if I used the wipers it would only streak and make matters worse.
Over the past thirty years I have experienced God answering prayers
routinely; little prayers and big prayers like my dad coming to know the
Savior at the end of his life on this earth. Little prayers were answered
like the time I drove off the side of a road to pick some flowers for my
wife. There was a little stone wall that was hidden under the wildflowers
and my car drove right over the center, teetering like a pendulum. It was a
scary moment but we were able to get out of the car safely. There we were in
the middle of nowhere and my right rear wheel suspended in mid air. So my
first action after getting my wife out safely (if the car tipped it would
have tipped on its side on her side) was to complete the task at hand--to
pick the flowers that I drove off the road for in the first place. After the
picking of the flowers we both asked the Lord that he would send us help to
get the car off the stone wall. When we finished praying, within seconds a
car drove past, stopped a couple hundred feet away, backed up, and asked if
we needed any help. I told him that we were stuck. He smiled, backed up his
car, opened his trunk, brought a fifty foot large rope over, tied it to my
frame, gentle slid my car off the wall, untied his rope, walked back over to
his car, threw the rope in the trunk, closed the trunk, smiled at us, and
drove away. This all took less than five minutes. As a young Christian at
the time, I thanked the Lord and continued picking flowers. Over the past
thirty years I have seen God do similar things more times than I can count.
So then, WHY WON'T MY WINDSHILD WASHER FLUID WORK? If one of my children
asked me for help, especially if the request was something so simple and
especially since the situation was causing restricted visibility on a
slippery dangerous highway, I would attend to their needs immediately! So I
asked the Lord again, but no answer. Well, there were a few moments when the
dirty wet splashes from the trucks allowed my some clear vision for a while
and I was thankful, but I wanted it fixed! It was more irritating than
anything. By the time I was half way there, I stopped in Horseheads NY at a
Dunkin Doughnuts and asked if they had some paper towels. The young man gave
me towels and window cleaner and within minutes I had a clean set of
windows. The sun was now shinning and I should be able to drive the rest of
the way streak clear for the most part. Then it hit me. There I was being
helped by a young man whom I could in turn help with finding eternal life.
Since I keep a healthy supply of Bible tracts and booklets in my glove
compartment, I chose the one I thought fit the occasion and brought it to
the young man. As I continued on my way, the windows remained clear, the sun
was shinning, the roads were dry, and I realized that once again the
creative plan of our all wise God can be trusted. I should have known that
inconvenience and temporary frustration was all a part of the greater plan
yet to be realized. I should have known better. My Father always cares about
the little things...he even cares for the sparrows, will he not much more
care for me? When I was a young Christian God answered my innocent little
prayers like the man or the angel who stopped to pull us off the stone wall.
Thirty years later, he now allows temporary inconveniences for me to
experience so that I can experience the joy of rescuing others--just like
the man who stopped to help us. What a master plan! What are you
experiencing these days? You can trust Him...He loves us more than we can
imagine. All things really do work together for good, to them who love God,
to them who are called according to His purpose. Romans 8:28

1 Comments:
"It does not take a long study of clay for us to recognize a little about our human character. But if we want to know something of the character of God, we should try kneading a lump of clay.
Among Asian potters and their apprentices, it is said that it takes three years to learn how to knead clay, to learn how the hands must move, how the clay should feel when it is ready, and how the potter and his clay work together as one. 'The clay not only needs the potter's pushing; it also requires it's support.' a potter told me. He said the potter learns to work with the tenderness and fragility of the clay rather than it's toughness. He must follow the nature of his clay as well as lead it."
...Worthy Vessels by Nell Kennedy..
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