God's Radar

When I was a little girl I started to pray for my husband, whoever he was. So now that I am married it is almost second nature for me. This morning, however, I was fast a sleep when suddenly my very good dream turned odd and I awoke quickly. Then I found myself praying that God would protect Mike's car and keep him safe as he drove to work. I pray this prayer often but I rarely find myself waking from a deep sleep to do so, or waking from a deep sleep wanting to do anything for that matter. About an hour and a half later I got a call from Mike. He had run into some snow on his way to Pullman (after removing his snow tires on Sunday). On his drive he almost followed a van that had slid off the road. He said he got lucky and was able to regain control of the car. Luck I don't think so, that was God. Thank you!

Prayer is interesting to me because I can't see that this big wonderful God I believe in would need me to watch his radar and say "Hey, look out for that over there." I imagine prayer to be like the 2 year old who helps make cookies. Sure the two year old is helping but could you do it without him? Yeah and probably a lot more efficiently and with half the mess. So why have the 2 year old help? I think it's because he learns something every time and you get the joy of spending time with someone you care deeply for. That is how I see prayer and the other morning I was grateful that God let me watch his radar.