Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Bacon

As I sit here, I am looking outside to the torrential rain that is pelting Saskatoon. Now, I am grateful, as there was a possibility of flurries...but so far, only rain.
I am thinking about prayer.  I've noticed lately as I have been praying, that God is waking me up, somewhere in the middle of the night....to talk. And He talks...and mostly, I listen. Now don't get me wrong, I do ask for clarification on things, and we discuss, but mostly, I'm learning to listen. Personally, I think He wakes me up in the middle of the night, because I am less likely to argue, and more likely to take it all in.
And that's okay with me. As long as He keeps talking.
He kept reminding me today of bacon. Wow....who doesn't love bacon. In the Friesen household, it is it's own food group.

Several years ago, when my dad first got sick, he lost his appetite. My mother, bless her heart, would make anything to please him, to make him eat. One day, he asked for bacon.
Now money was tight, but my mom, being a woman of prayer, did not let that dissuade her. She began to pray as she drove the the grocery store.....praying for cheap bacon.

See, I guess the thing is, you need to believe when you pray, and that is what I am learning these days. Pray, believing that God will move, that God will act....that God will answer. I realize that sometimes He says no, or yes, or wait. But...He will answer.

And so the story goes, that my mother went directly to the 'reduced items' bin, and found bacon......about 4 packs.....at five cents a pack. In shock, she brought it to the clerks attention, who called the manager over. An obvious mistake, but he honored the price.

And so, mom prayed, mom believed, and dad had bacon.

1 comment:

  1. A little bit of the grace of God, just when it was needed.

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