The other week, God answered my cry for help the day before I prayed it. I know, that doesn’t even make sense. But it’s true nonetheless.
I could pull out my theology handbook and argue about how God dwells outside of time, so this is perfectly plausible. If I was going to do that, I’d start with II Peter 3:8. And I might even convince you I’m right. But I am more storyteller than theologian, so here is my story.
About two weeks ago, I was feeling really down on myself. Believing the lies I hear whispered in my head whenever I even think about pushing into something new:
Nobody wants to read about pushing through challenges!
How can you offer anyone hope, when you struggle yourself?
You don’t have the right to talk about this, so just SHUT UP!
I recognized the spiritual warfare, but felt powerless against it. I couldn’t seem to take these rapid-fire thoughts captive, and they were overwhelming me.
I stuttered out a prayer, something like this: God, I just need to know one person is reading and encouraged by what I am doing. Just one person will be enough.
Clear as day, I heard another whisper, from a different voice.
I knew your need and answered before you even prayed it.
Then my conversation with someone from church the day before came to my mind. On my way into service, one of the ushers stopped me. She told me that while she was running the other day, a wonderful thought popped into her head. A thought that she knew would encourage so many people. Then she said it –
I need to write it down and send it to you. You are the one person I know who is the best at giving people hope.
I asked her to tell me more, but she had to get back to ushering. In this brief encounter, God answered my prayer for meaning, for hope, for encouragement, before I even prayed it. Then, he reminded me of his goodness when I prayed.
In that moment, I remembered who I was: a child of God, beloved of the Father, and armed with the full force of the trinity to battle these attacks. I became Neo – dodging the bullets of despair being shot at me.
Maybe you find yourself today in this same place. Wondering if God is paying attention to your prayers, or perhaps too busted to even get a prayer out.
My prayer is that this this snippet from my life will encourage you: God is always working, even if the timeline doesn’t make much sense. At least, that’s what my storyteller’s handbook tells me.