Friday, 25 May 2012
It had been 48 hours since I had last seen my personal keys. No worries; I still had keys to the church, so I could walk next door and go to work and do what I get paid to do.
But I had no groceries in my house. Seriously -- I'm talking I was down to my last Ramen noodle packet. Not to mention the fact that the only key I own to my Jeep (which isn't even paid off yet!) was on the key ring. And for the past two days, I have been frantically tearing apart (and then, cleaning) my house looking for my keys. I couldn't even lock my house completely because I was too embarrassed to admit I had lost my keys so I just left one secret door (or window) unlocked so I knew how to get inside.
And tonight, after I searched for about an hour, I sat down and prayed, "Ok Lord, I'm sorry for doing this in my own strength. Please help me find my keys." (A technique that had proved quite successful in the past). After that little "prayer equation" didn't work and I didn't find them, I started bargaining with the Lord, "Ok Lord, if I find them in the next five minutes, I will do..." Nothing.
And this was getting scary -- because all the places my keys could be I had searched, and they weren't there. I started searching and cleaning the rooms that I hardly use in my house, and still, no keys. Finally, I came to the resolution that I was going to praise the Lord because He's never let me down before, even though I felt like this was a fickle task -- and I still couldn't find my keys. So I started singing the following gospel song (at a very loud decibel, if I might add):I will sing of God's mercyEvery day, every hour, He gives me pow'rI will sing and give thanks to TheeFor all the dangers, toils, and snares that He has brought me outHe is my God, and I'll serve Him no mater what the testTrust and never doubt; Jesus will surely bring you outHe never failed me yet.
Got more cleaning done, still no keys. I sang the verses, sang the chorus more times, and finally, I got to the end of the song. A little frustrated, I just started riffing over the last line.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE..... (I think I'm some kind of gospel singer and have much more talent than I actually do)
NEVER FAAAAAAAAAAAAAILED... (and I start searching through my computer bag that I've taken back and forth to work for the past two days)
MEEEEEEEEEEEE YEE...(and I pull out my keys and stop mid-note).
Insert half-smirk face, half shaking my head in disbelief.
I get so annoyed when He doesn't answer my prayers instantly. I try to bargain with the King of Kings, like I have something to offer in exchange for His help. And I'm so quick to forget how much He's blessed me. Foolish, foolish heart.
He never failed me yet.
When have you asked God to answer a prayer and He didn't? Do you think God has ever failed you? Why or why not?