I 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?