A major, major answer to prayer came through today. It was something that affects my ability to get work, so it could make quite a difference to the Pearse household finances over the next few months. The diet coke will flow tonight!
When my mobile rang with the news, I was walking on a path through a churchyard in Norwich city centre, and I found it hard to refrain from a jig of joy. (Passers-by, however, no doubt edged noticeably away from this capering, heavily muffled, manically grinning figure.)
I’d written this prayer off, you know. I’d written “rejected” against it. Literally written, in fact.
You see, I have a notepad by my bed, in case I think of something that I want to remember, and the prayer was on that. I’d realised that I needed to pray for it one evening when in bed, and scribbled it in there. Because there’s nothing worse than trying to fall asleep while trying to make sure you remember something, and many of my best ideas come to me in bed, or in the middle of the night, and I think of things that I need to pray about.
After all, God does not answer all our prayers. I didn’t hold it against Him, of course. In many cases the things that we ask for would be bad for us.
But on this one, little did I know that matters were in hand. Tonight I shall cross out “rejected” and write “fulfilled”.
I think that it is a good habit to write down what we have prayed for, and to tick them off as they are answered. God answers many more of our prayers than we realise, yet how many of us fire off a prayer and never think of Him again in that respect? It builds confidence, once we realise that God is listening, and doing, much more for us than we might otherwise notice.
When the news came through, I promised two people on the other end a bottle of something as a solid form of thanks. This led me to think that I need to thank God also. Which means a donation to some useful charity. There’s always the Salvation Army, or the London City Mission.
But I wish that I knew of a charity that helps people like me, rather than the poverty-stricken working class types. The latter have many charities to help them. But I fear that a goodly number of university educated people need help and find it not.