And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive. — Matthew 21:22 KJV
I had everything I needed, just in case. I had two drinks, two packs of graham crackers, flashlights, warm sturdy clothes, cell phone, umbrella. I was prepared. All I was missing was faith. The most crucial thing I needed, even for a short trek to my parents’ house, was the faith knowing that God would get me and my son there quick and without any problems.
I had run out of diapers, unable to find the ones I had taken on a trip for the weekend. They weren’t in the truck, they weren’t in the house. I came to the guilt-inducing conclusion that I had left them at our friend’s house. Mom Failure Moment 1,001. It was just after 10am and my parents wouldn’t be around to pick me up until 12:30pm and I had no diapers… well, I had one, a cloth one that wouldn’t last too long with no inserts. Trying my best to Macgyver everything I could into a decent temporary diaper, and failing every time, I came to the not-so-thrilling conclusion that I would have to walk to my parents’ house for some diapers.
There are two ways to my parents’ house. The main roadway, that involves going past a house with dogs that like to chase and apparently bite, according to their owners, and a road of curves with cars that like to speed not thinking, or caring, about what might be ahead of them around the curve. The non-traffic into the woods way, my husband and I took this way back when I was very pregnant. What was supposed to be a quick ten-minute trek through a path that leads straight through my parents back property took 8 hours lost in the woods.
My plan was to go through the woods. Sending a quick prayer to God that He get me and my son to and through the trail with no problems and in short time I began to gather things together and throwing them into our stroller. Grabbing one of the overnight pull-ups we have on hand I tore off the horrible self-made diaper and hiked this one up to his chin, laughed through tears at how horrible it was, and dressed Nathaniel up for the walk. Pausing long enough to decide if I should leave a note for my parents or not… you know, just in case we got lost like my husband and I had. And that’s when it hit me.
I had no faith. None. Not even a smidge.
But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. — James 1:6 KJV
Standing there in my room I realized I had absolutely no faith that God could, and would, get me and my son to/through the trail with no problems. “You’re asking not believing. You’re asking but doubting.” It was true. I was. I had no faith in His ability to do something so simple.
So, off on the main roadways, we went. The whole time I’m praying, still not really believing, that He keeps us safe and hidden from those vicious dogs and speeding cars. As I neared the house with the dogs I was reminded of a passage in 2 Kings:
“And when they came down to him, Elisha prayed unto the Lord, and said, Smite this people, I pray thee, with blindness. And he smote them with blindness according to the word of Elisha. And Elisha said unto them, This is not the way, neither is this the city: follow me, and I will bring you to the man whom ye seek. But he led them to Samaria. And it came to pass, when they were come into Samaria, that Elisha said, Lord, open the eyes of these men, that they may see. And the Lord opened their eyes, and they saw; and, behold, they were in the midst of Samaria.” —2 Kings 6:18-20 KJV
Yep. Clearly, my faith is lacking in a serious degree. I mean, if God can smite an entire group of people with blindness what is a couple of dogs? And do you know what, those dogs that have been harassing me almost every morning in the past week were quiet? Even the house at the end of the road that has a billion dogs that bark like crazy every time we pass it for the bus stop was relatively quiet. In the end, we made it to my parents’ house with hardly any traffic in the roads, little to no contact with loud barking dogs, and all emergency provisions still intact.
When you pray to God for help, of any kind, you have to act in faith believing that He has taken care of what you asked Him to. Not have the mindset, “okay, I asked, I hope He heard me.” Like I’ve been having lately.
♥† Jessica Quinn