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Topic: SWEET HOUR OF PRAYER (don’t write about the song) (04/30/15)
- TITLE: GOOSEBUMPS AND A SINGLEWIDE
By Pat Small
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Snow was still blanketing the ground and crunching under our tires as we crossed the border from Canada into upstate New York. “Hey,” I said, “I think the Worthingtons must live near here. I sure could use some of their faith about now.”
“Check the map, honey; if it isn’t too far off our path we’ll swing by,” my husband smiled. And that’s how we ended up knocking on our former pastor’s door early one Monday morning.
We were missionaries in the beautiful country of Brazil, and anxious to return. On an extended furlough, we discovered that purchasing a single wide trailer would be more economical than trying to rent a house and furnish it. The trailer came with appliances and furniture. We could pick up dishes, pans and linens at Goodwill or the Salvation Army. We’d be all set. I mention the trailer because what had been a blessing was now a burden! We needed to sell it – and quickly. Anxiety was nipping at our heels and we knew our friends would boost our spirits.
Tickets were already purchased for the following week. We had advertised, told everyone we knew, asked our prayer partners to take It to the Lord, but we were still the owners of said single wide, and no prospective buyers in sight.
As we sat around their kitchen table with a steaming cup of coffee warming our cold hands, we told Bob and Fern our dilemma and asked, “Will you please pray about this?”
“Why don’t we do it right now,” they countered in unison.
Four heads bowed and a simple prayer winged its way upward. I had been praying for many years, but this was different than anything I had ever experienced. I felt as though God had come down and was sitting on their laps. Goosebumps broke out all over me, and the proverbial hairs on the back of my neck sprang to attention. I shivered in awe. This was what people meant when they talked about getting ahold of God, I thought. They thanked God for the answer they knew He had already prepared, and after a few more minutes with them we were soon back on the road.
As our wheels ate up the miles back to North Carolina, the anxiety was gone. We knew the situation was under control. God knew about the problem long before we did, and He had set the proper steps in motion. He is never late, but sometimes He sure does cut it close! We sang and talked and planned for our next term on the mission field. As we drove into our yard, our son oldest came running excitedly to the door. “I sold it! They’ll be here in two days with the money.” Of course we shouldn’t have been surprised, but being humans and weak in faith, we were incredulous!
We all gathered around the table with some more coffee and shared our prayer experience with Bob and Fern. Larry related how a man had simply appeared at the door, said he’d like to see the house, and after a cursory walk through said, “I’ll take it. I can give you part of the money now, but I need to have the rest wired.”
“No problem,” our son calmly replied. “That’ll give my folks time to finish packing.” “I was so shocked,” he confided, “that I’m surprised I was even coherent.” He had no idea how the man knew the home was for sale. But we knew….
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