Does God Have a Weird Sense of Humor or What?

This is a story from a member of a traveling Christian repertory theater ministry.

Sarah, a nineteen year old, made very little money in this ministry from September through May, so she spent the summers at home working as a temp  to supplement her meager income.

Since she had no car, she walked to and from work.  At the first of the summer, she found this a blessing of time spent in prayer and reflection.  As the temperatures rose it became less a blessing than an ordeal and she began to ask God to send her a ride somehow.  After asking everyday for a week to no avail,  as she was walking once again to work, she finally prayed,

“Lord, I can see that I might not find the time to spend with you, if I had a ride.  And the heat is only uncomfortable, not dangerous, so the walking is healthy for me. But would you just let me know that you heard my prayer please.”

She had just finished this prayer, when a small boy on a tricycle, towing a little red wagon, came along side her. As he passed he called out, “Hey, lady. Want a ride?”

About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of nine, great-grandmother of five. 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator, Was married for 60 years to an Architect in Middle Tennessee.

Posted on July 10, 2012, in Humor, Spiritual. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Myra Berghane

    Great story. Thanks


  2. Reblogged this on Laughter: Carbonated Grace and commented:

    One of many prayer stories.


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