God bless my dog Spot

mydogspotI likely prayed the “my dog Spot” prayer recently.  It went something like… “Dear God, Bless my dog Spot and bless the food.  Care for aunt Myrtle and give me a new house.”  You know the prayer.  You pray because you know you should.  You really don’t expect an answer.  You just pray.

About 6:00 PM last night my tooth started hurting.  I took a pain killer and prayed for healing.  The tooth started hurting more.  The bottle prescribed I take one bill every 6 hours.  About 8:00, I took another pain killer and prayed some more.  The dentist called to check on me.  That was a first.  I said it hurt bad.  He said to double up on the pain killers.

I began praying continously and earnestly.  About now I am really praying and hoping that God will not only hear but answer.  I even gave God a hand.  I took way too many pain pills of all kinds and variety.  I suppose the pills were for just in case God didn’t show up.  Did I say, “I WAS IN PAIN!”.  There now.  That shout felt good.

About 3:00 AM, the pain subsided to a dull ache.  I’m giving God the credit for the pain relief.  The drugs obviously weren’t doing anything.  But, I have a question.  What was God doing between the hours of 6:00 PM and 3:00 AM? I’m sincere.  Why does it take a while (most of the time) to see God’s provision?