Let's please pray prayers worthy of a God

He had a gleam in his eye when I came home today. Like the time you find money in your pocket you never knew existed or how or when it got there.

He had a pep in his step. Mischievous. Beautiful.

Out of his torn pajama pocket, he pulled out a slip from a fortune cookie. He had a low blood sugar attack and had sought refuge in the Asian treat.

"When you awaken tomorrow morning, the solutions will be clear."

See because that's the way our God works. Bushes, donkeys, ethnic snack foods, everything around us sings the song of a Maker so utterly committed to His creation.

And that's all he needed. Beasthood.

Against all odds, he made phone calls. Against all the no's, he searched for that Greater Yes. Because one time God said, "Before you even acknowledge me, I strengthen you."

And he found victory. A way to stay afloat in the midst of this sad economy. Because again, God doesn't work on stats, but on faith.

He said, "God always gives me something to hold on to."

Tears flooded my eyes. This coming from a man that used to say, "God is not for me."

But this was the clincher:

She sat.

Quiet. Eerily relaxed.

"You were right, she said,

He really has changed."

And 34 years of no's broke. 34 years of unanswered prayers seemed like an instant.

Prayers I prayed since I was 8, but God only saw this moment.

I never thought it possible to hear those words from her mouth. A mouth so laden with fear and bitterness, always ready for disappointment, so expectant of disaster.

I thought to myself, "So have you."

A new heavens and a new earth.

"In the days to come, Jacob will take root, Israel will bud and blossom

AND FILL ALL THE WORLD WITH FRUIT." - Isaiah 27:6

Keep praying prayers only a God can answer.

He deserves nothing less.