The Prospering Power of Prayer

By Wendy Jones

It was a miracle. God gave me the opportunity to see past myself. He put into motion one of the biggest blessings of my life… to witness his blessing.
It started as a prayer request for a new vehicle. I had been driving a truck I bought brand new sixteen years ago. I had come to love that little truck and the thought of parting with it was almost inconceivable but, within the last year I had spent lots of money on repairs. Because of my late night traveling (thank God for cell phones, AAA and the CHP) it was time to consider more secure transportation.
The end came one night when the clutch went out. I knew the moment had come, but I could not afford the monthly payments a new vehicle would generate. So, I called my parents for help. Although a permanent solution was not yet in sight, I was lent a vehicle until such time as one could be found. It was at this time that I put my prayer request in writing. My prayer was for a gold, mid-size, four door truck.
My dad soon suggested that I buy his truck. I couldn’t beat the price and payment conditions. His truck is not gold and does not have four doors, but because God works in mysterious ways and because I had faith in prayer, I believed this arrangement was a way to the means. A stepping stone. My dad would first need to buy himself a new vehicle, so I thought I had plenty of time for the “real” picture of my truck to come in. It’s not that I didn’t like dad’s truck, I just wanted my truck how I saw it.
When I got the word that I could pick up his truck, I thought, “But wait, this isn’t supposed to happen. Where’s my gold, four door truck?” I was somewhat enthused about getting it but found myself pretending more excitement than I had. It still wasn’t how I envisioned my new truck, however, my new truck was a considerable step up from my old truck. It had more power, room, features and was in better condition, but still I couldn’t understand why my prayer hadn’t been answered. I started to wonder what I had done wrong and doubted my faith.
That’s when it happened. I was driving home from work, when all of a sudden it hit me. This truck is the answer to my prayer! WOW! I realized that a gold, four door truck was somebody else’s picture about what my truck “should” look like. A suggestion, up until that point, I thought was my own. But the biggest realization came when I said out loud to myself “and God knew that”. I was overcome with his love pouring through me. It is the most humbling experience I have ever had. God’s hand had worked in spite of my will. He knew what I really wanted and needed. I didn’t care what color or how many doors!
This truth impacts other areas of my life and I am more certain, am strengthened in my believe and faith in the power of prayer.