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A Waste of Time

Posted by on October 26, 2015

Janice reached across the front seat of the car for her daughter’s hand. “Let’s pray before we get on the road.”

Kari scowled but plopped her hand in her mother’s and bowed her head.

“Lord Jesus, we ask for Your protection as we travel to and from the city. Keep us safe today from any harm. Amen.” Janice always tried to keep her prayers short and to the point in consideration of Kari’s impatience. God would hear and understand their need.

“Why do you always waste our time this way when we’re going someplace?” Kari pulled her hand back and crossed her arms.

“Is that what you think I’m doing?” Why couldn’t Kari see the importance of prayer? Lord, please open her eyes and help her draw closer to you.

“Yes!” Kari rolled her eyes and shook her head, showing her disdain as only a young teenager can. “Nothing ever happens, Mom. Whether you pray or not, it’s your driving that keeps us safe. There are some things you just have to do for yourself.”

Is that true? Janice started the car and pulled out of the drive. “I don’t know, Kari. Maybe we have been spared from trouble on the road because we always pray before we leave. God can keep us from having trouble just as easily as He can help us when something happens.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Kari stuck earbuds in her ears and turned on her tablet. She’d already turned off the conversation.

Janice released a sigh and settled in for the twenty-mile drive at fifty-five miles per hour before they reached the interstate. She usually preferred the slower two-lane highways as long as there wasn’t much traffic. Today, it seemed twice as busy as usual. She didn’t regret praying at all and relaxed, enjoying the fall color coming to life in the trees alongside the pavement. Her hands tightened only slightly as she took the first curve of many in a hilly area several miles down the road. A line of cars came toward her while at least one truck followed behind far too close.

“Mom! Look out!” Kari almost screamed the words as the truck behind roared up beside them headed straight for the oncoming car.

Janice touched the brake pedal and veered to the right edge of the pavement. It happened so fast. She had no time to think before the truck swerved back into the right lane, barely missing her bumper, and roared ahead. As it disappeared around the curve in the road, a tremble shook her.

“Wow! That was close.” Kari jerked the earbuds out. “Mom, we could’ve died right here only ten miles from home. I knew you were a good driver—”

“My driving?” Janice tried to straighten back into her lane. Why couldn’t Kari see the importance of prayer? “That was a direct answer from God. Thank You, Lord!”

“I’m not finished, Mom.” Kari angled toward her mother. “You are a good driver, but if the other car hadn’t slowed down, and the truck hadn’t cut back over just in time, then you couldn’t have done anything to keep him from hitting us. What kind of crazy driver would do something like that, anyway?”

“One who probably didn’t pray before he started out today.” Janice resisted the urge to laugh out loud. “What do you think about that?”

“Oh, you’re probably right, but just don’t gloat about it, all right?” Kari stuck her earbuds back in her ears and flashed a quick smile across the car before her fingers flew once more over the touch screen.

Janice gave in to a soft laugh. “Thank You, Lord, for watching over us. Thank You for Kari’s change of heart. May she not forget this lesson, and may she always recognize Your hand in her life.”

1 John 5:14-15 – And this is the confidence that we have in him, that, if we ask any thing according to his will, he heareth us.

Hebrews 11:6 – But without faith [it is] impossible to please [him]: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and [that] he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him.

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