The car won’t start.  It just goes ‘click’.

I stared back in a bit of disbelief, then left the room.  Even if it turned out to be a minor issue, this was more than I could handle.  I stood in the kitchen and made a decision.  I walked back to where Tim was sitting.

I’m going to go out and try…just ’cause God’s gotta make it start.

It was more denial than faith.  I slipped on my shoes, grabbed my keys and went out the door.  As I sat, key in the ignition, I pleaded with God.  I told Him this was too much, that we couldn’t take another thing going wrong.  I turned the key and the car started.  I cried.

Yesterday,  Caedmon looked at me, almost teary-eyed, and relayed how he had been playing with a certain toy (that had the goal of moving from one ‘level’ to the next) and was stuck on a particular level.  He said he asked God to help him get to the next level, and right away, he had success. Tim and I talked to him later last night about holding onto those “little” moments of answered prayer, about how they help to build faith, and remind us of God’s love and care and provision, about how sometimes, prayers will seem to go unanswered and remembering these moments can be important to trusting that God is working for our good.

I’m thankful for this answered prayer today.  I’m thankful for something to remind me that here, in the midst of uncertainties, He hears.