I used to be in a hurry all the time. I constantly cut it close, almost always arriving late. I have honestly gotten much better. God has thoroughly shown me over and over and over again that “hurry hurry has no blessings,” or in Swahili “haraka haraka haina baraka.” Of course, I said better. I’m not cured. This week Sam and I were in a situation where I cut it way too close, and it was absolutely vital that we arrive on time. When we were about ten miles away from our destination, the map on my phone turned red. The route had some kind major incident and being that we were in the middle of nowhere we had no alternative route. We were supposed to be 12 minutes out but the phone suddenly said 24 minutes.
Sam started to get really worried. I was trying not to reveal how utterly sick I felt about creating this stressful situation. Here was my inner dialogue. “We should pray about this. But shoot, I know Sam will act weird about it. Maybe I shouldn’t even tell him that I’m praying about it. What? What are you saying? Of course, you should pray about it with him!”
I grabbed his perpetually warm little hand.
“Sam,” I said. “We need to pray about this.” And so I did. I prayed aloud that God would please, please clear a path.
I know how trite this sounds, but when I looked at the map again, the red was gone. The traffic, which seemed to be caused by a temporary, one-way flag situation — based on the fact that no cars had been passing in the opposite direction and then a whole slew did — was suddenly moving at full speed. We never saw what caused the slowdown. And yes, the path could have been about to clear anyway, but we’ll never know for sure because we did pray about it. The most logical answer is that God answered our prayer, even though I do not deserve to have such self-inflicted stress relieved. God heard our prayer and the traffic cleared. Those are really the only two pertinent facts.
I am not advocating treating God like a genie in the bottle. But I don’t just cry out to God in times of need. I talked to Him a lot. I tell Him how grateful I am. I tell Him how much I love His creation. I tell Him how much I need Him. I beg Him for mercy and for wisdom. I need to do this even more. The Bible says, “Pray without ceasing.” (1 Thessalonians 5:17).
Someone once said, and I wish I could find the exact quote, that they talked to God more than they talked to anyone else. That’s a telling statement. With each passing day, may it be more and more true of me.
A.W Tozer said, “We please God most, not by frantically trying to make ourselves good, but by throwing ourselves into His arms.”
May we all throw ourselves into His arms! It’s the best place to be.