Let me share with you the surprising lengths to which the Lord will go to answer another person’s prayer – no matter how small it may be!
Picture it: I was at home earlier this evening, working on a project. I had decided to stay home from Bible study – after all, it was Halloween (an event I neither recognize nor celebrate. I’m not judging you if you do: I’ve been indifferent to the day since I was a child), and I hadn’t even gotten close to finishing my lesson. Plus, I was knee-deep into this project on my computer, and I had decided to stay home and complete it.
Clearly, the Lord had different ideas.
Out of nowhere, the system in which I was working simply froze. Somewhat frustrated, I logged out and logged back in, and was successful. “I can continue!” I naively thought.
So then I tried to resume what I was doing before, only to be greeted with a blank screen – you know, when your computer is trying to load an image, but gets stuck doing so? So, I waited. And waited. And waited. The screen still looked white.
It was 6:41pm, and Bible study started at 7pm. I put 2+2 together, and saw where this was headed.
Unrelatedly – or so I thought – I tried to purchase a ticket for an event at my church this Saturday. I went to the website, and was notified that tickets could only be purchased at the worship services (too late! The event is taking place on Saturday morning!) or – wait for it – at one of mid-week BIble studies.
That’s not all! The Lord brought to my mind that I had borrowed a book from the Bible study leader, and I had promised to return it to her today. “Drat!” I thought, as I found the book and put it in my tote bag.
It was 6:48pm.
Defeated, I mentally waved the spiritual white flag before the Lord. I changed my clothes (I was casually dressed, but since it was cooler outside, I put on some additional layers. After all, fall in California means that the temperatures get into the 60s!) ;), gathered my things, and prepared to head out the door. As I prepared to close the lid on my laptop, I saw that the program on my computer had suddenly sprung to life. The decision already made, I nonetheless put my laptop to sleep and headed out the door.
I got there late, of course, and listened, for the most part. I’m glad that I went; I even chimed in once or twice, and asked the group to pray for a friend of mine who is going through a hard time. Somewhat surprisingly, an idea that I needed for my project sprang to mind, so I wrote it down right then and there.
Anyway, you may be wondering, “What on earth do persimmons have to do with this story, Daily?” Hang in with me for a little while longer – I’m getting there.
On my out the door, a lady in the Bible study – I don’t know her by name or anything – walks up to me and asks, “Would you like to have some Japanese persimmons?” Admittedly, I was a little confounded by the request, but remembered the persimmons were tasty and valuable (my mother really likes them, too), so I graciously accepted her offer. I was warned to eat them quickly, or else they’d get soft. I responded and let the woman know that I planned to share them with my family – my mother, especially, who is quite fond of the fruit.
Once I got in my car, I called my mother to tell her about the persimmons. “Mom, do you want me to stop by briefly and share them with you? There’s no way that I can eat them all, and I know how much you like them.”
There was an audible gasp on the other end of the line, followed by a chuckle. Puzzled, I waited for an explanation. Suddenly, my mother exclaimed, “It’s a miracle!”
I was not tracking with her. Maybe I missed something?
She went on to say that someone had given her a bag of persimmons to pass along to someone in her Bible study group. However, the fruit looked so good, she couldn’t resist eating two of them. Stricken, my mother realized that it was now obvious that the bag-‘o-persimmons was now woefully short two pieces of fruit, and – with the Bible study convening in the morning – she was not sure what to do. She was prepared to ‘fess up (which she probably will do anyway, once she explains the miracle to her Bible study group), but hadn’t given the matter much more thought. Mom did say that she had prayed about it, though.
Then I called, telling her about a bag of persimmons that a random woman in my Bible study handed to me. The persimmons were the exact kind as the ones my mother required (slightly lighter in color, but not by much), and there were far more than she had initially requested in her prayer – she needed two, and I brought over five (the photo above includes her original permissions mixed in with the ones I got at church tonight. You can’t tell which ones are which, can you?).
We agreed to split one persimmon, and the remainder of the “loaves and fishes”-esque bag of persimmons would remain with her.
What a story!!! God is truly in the details – in things that seem ridiculously small and insignificant to us. This is an important reminder to me, though, that He is always listening! I am outdone (and by some persimmons…?).
Dear Lord, since You answered this prayer tonight, I know You’ve already heard and answered my bigger prayer requests. Thanks for taking me on this wild ride this evening, and for working out a persimmon-sized miracle for my mother (and me!). Truly, Your ways are not our ways, and Your thoughts are not our thoughts – not even close! I’m grateful for this truth – it brings me comfort – even though the unraveling of the great persimmon mystery still makes me chuckle. 🙂 In Your name I pray, Amen