SOMETIMES GOD WILL TELL ON YOU!
A Short Story
Written by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
Sometimes God will tell on you! It’s just the way it is sometimes. You may try to hide what you’re doing but oh no! God brings it into the light.
I remember when my oldest daughter was in the seventh grade. Usually one that would think through things before doing something foolish. It was a school day and like any other day, we expected her to return home by 3 P.M. Day in and day out she always came through the door right on time.
Today it was different, 3:15, 3:30, 3:45 came and went. It doesn’t take long before worry sets in. We had already lost a son who had died of a deformed heart when he was about 6 months old. Once you experience the loss of a child, a bump on their head turns scary. I told my wife I was going to drive over to the school and see if maybe she was forced to stay after for some reason.
I jumped into my car and quickly drove over to the Catholic school a few blocks away. I went into the office to see if my daughter was being held after with no luck. I was informed that parents would be called if the child was going to have to spend time in detention. Now I was really worried. What happened to my little girl? Panic set in! Did she get kidnapped or worse?
After our son died, I had gone through a religious transformation as some people call it. I didn’t know what to call it, but religious wouldn’t have been the word I would have used. Being raised as a Catholic, in my opinion what I experienced was something far different than how most Catholics could explain it. I guess when you don’t know what to call it, it’s religious. Later I came to know it as “ A Born Again” experience.
Yes! That’s what happened. I was born again in and through the Spirit of God! He touched my life and now I had a real relationship with him.
Panicked, I drove home hoping she was there by now. I ran into the house asking my wife if our daughter made it home yet. She told me no. Now both of us were worried. My wife suggested we stop and get down on our knees and ask for God’s protection and direction. We did exactly as she suggested.
“Lord, please hear our prayer. Send your angels to place a hedge of protection around our daughter. Give me the insight and direction in which to look for her. You know our hearts Lord. We love you and we need you. We trust you and know that you will provide a solution for us. We thank you in the name of Jesus. Amen!”
I told my wife that I couldn’t just sit and wait. I needed to get in the car and at least drive around looking to see if I see anything.
She asked me, “How will you find her? You don’t know where she is or even which direction to drive.”
“I know! But I can’t just sit here. I have to know I’m looking,” I said back to her. I kissed her and asked that she keep praying while I was out.
We didn’t have cell phones back in those days so even if our daughter showed up, my wife wouldn’t have been able to let me know. I got back into the car and began driving. It was around 4:30 P.M. As I was heading down the street I began feeling some kind of strange quite voice in my head suggesting I go this way, then that way. As I got about two miles down the road the voice nudge me again.
“Stop the car,“ I heard it say. Thinking to myself but there’s nothing out here. A field of several acres and a river that wound through it with trees lining the river’s edge.
Not really understanding what was going on but also trusting God to lead me as I asked in my prayer, what did I have to lose. At least I would feel like I was looking. I pulled over and began to walk in the direction that I felt I was being pointed in. It took me about ten minutes to get to the river. I looked around and there was nothing there that didn’t belong there. The voice spoke again leading me to my left. I walked almost one mile and when I looked up I saw two girls sitting on a large log at the river’s edge.
All kinds of emotions went through me. Both good and not so good. First I experienced relief that my daughter was safe, then I felt what most dad’s would probably feel. “Wait until I get the girl home! Boy is she going to get it!” At first I went unnoticed by the two girls. As I got almost up to them, they looked up. The shock and surprise on their faces was priceless!
“How did you find us?” my daughter asked. Knowing it was really off the beaten path they couldn’t understand how I could find them.
“Well,” I said. “Sometimes God tells on you! You know we have a close relationship with the Lord. I asked him to lead me to you and here I am,” I told her.
“I suggest you both get up and let me get you home. And you young lady, you have some explaining to do!”
Ever since then, I have experience this same prompting on several occasions. My oldest keeps reminding her younger siblings there is no use. Dad will talk to God and he will tell on you. Dad will find you! And I always have!