Ever wonder if God actually listens?

All right, if you have made it here, you know the general idea of today’s topic. I wanted to share the most recent experience of God answering in my life. I know not everyone believes in my God, nor do many really think He listens when we ask for something. That’s a huge theological topic, but I will sum up my understanding; God always listens, and always answers, but we don’t always like what He says. So, with that in mind, let me tell you a true story from this last week.

A woman had a lot of things piling up, and her stress level was at a high point. She had a disaster of a house, and her yard and garden were out of sorts. She was trying to set things right, and plan school lessons for the year as she teaches her children. Her husband needed help figuring out what was wrong with his boat motor, and the preserving needed to be done as well. There was simply no extra time for anything, but the woman took a deep breath and kept going, knowing that eventually it would all get done.

Then the storm came. Wind and rain, thunder and lightening. The tarp covering the barn roof where her milk goats were housed tore off, allowing rain to seep through and get hay, feed, and animals wet. When the women went out the next morning, she was dismayed at the destruction all the small leaks had caused, and knew it was time to repair the roof. There really wasn’t money budgeted for this as the house needed a new roof too, but she stood tall and got supplies to start.

Before beginning the work, the woman checked the weather report for the week, knowing she would mostly be working alone. She had 2 days before scattered storms were forecast, at least 40% the first day, and 60% the next. No matter, she didn’t have a choice, so she prayed, asking her God to keep her safe and to let her get the roof right before it rained again. At the end of that day, she had made very little progress, starting work at 8a.m. and going until 9p.m.

The next morning the woman woke with an optimistic spirit, but under a lot of pressure. One last day before rain was supposed to come. Before going out, the woman prayed, “God, I just need to get the roof on. Please, I can’t do all this today, please give me one more day!” then went to work, out until dark again. This day ended with 1/3 of the roof decked, and the metal off the rest.

The next day the woman woke, sore and tired. She checked the weather, and the rain forcast had changed. Rain was now scheduled for the next day, 20% chance. She knew she had to finish the roof this day, so she went to work as hard as she could. By the end of the day the framing was nearly done, but she was short supplies. At bedtime she prayed, “God, I can’t do it alone. I need help. My children don’t have anyone during the day, and there is too much for me alone. I need one more day, Lord, one more day without rain.”

The next day the womans friend offered to keep the kids. The woman went to load them into the truck to take them over and pick up the missing supplies, but the truck wouldn’t start. She couldn’t believe it! Not now! She spent an hour figuring out how to jump the truck off the mini-van, but even jumped it wouldn’t hold a charge. She barely got it out of the road before it gave out completely. The woman loaded the kids in the van, knowing she had no choice but to see if it would hold the wood needed. The check coolant light was blinking. The woman prayed the engine wouldn’t over heat, and drove to her friends. She cried on her friend’s shoulder, then went to get the van checked out, praying it was just a sensor. It was, but by now it was noon, and the rain was still forecast. The woman got her wood; it all fit. She went home and worked. She got everything done but the shingles, and it still hadn’t rained. It was dark and she could barely see as she tacked the tar paper down, praying she wouldn’t get hurt. That night she cried out, “Lord, I can’t do it alone! I can’t get the whole roof shingled in one day. Please, I’m so tired, send help and give me one more day, just long enough to get the roof on.”

The next day, the woman’s friend asked what she could do to help. That friend came over and spent over 4 hours in the heat, working almost non-stop in 100-degree heat on a roof. Together they got it done, and the woman’s husband was granted time off work and took care of the children and did a number of the chores that were behind since the woman had been working on the barn. An hour after the friend left the rain came. There were only a few shingles extra, and just the right number of nails in the boxes. Some might have called it luck, but the woman gave thanks to God for hearing and allowing her to get the roof completed. That night, as she drove home from town after picking up something for her families dinner, there was a break in the thick rain clouds, and sun shone through in rays over her home. It looked almost like God was smiling down and reminding the woman that while it isn’t always perfect on this earth, He is always there.


About nigerianmeadows

I am a homeschooling mother of 2 autistic children and cook gluten-free, I homestead on 2.5 acre and raise goats and chickens for dairy and eggs, I garden, cook, quilt, and take photographs. I build, paint, scrub, and dance on tables. I am the ultimate WOMAN!!! Oh, yeah, and I like my husband a whole lot (he is the one that makes all this possible, and he loves me like no other!)
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4 Responses to Ever wonder if God actually listens?

  1. You were never alone … He was always there with you. What an awesome God! So glad you were able to feel His love for you and answers to your prayers. Thanks for sharing your story with us so we colud get a glimpse of His glory. And glad your goats are dry and secure. šŸ™‚

  2. Sabine says:

    hi sister, that sounds just like a day of my life! Yes, He gives us fullness of life, inside out, if we just share every moment with Him. He always makes a plan….sometimes we sweat hard from working in it, sometimes we just sit back and marvel at His doing. Also have 4 children, 10 1/2, 11,12 1/2, 13 yrs old whom i homeschool. 3milkgoats, some chickens, rabbits, a dog and a fierceful little parrot who thinks, he’s invincible. Oh, there’s the cat too. And all of that in the middle of a Zululocation in South Afrika as a single white woman….But my abba in heaven has a wonderful plan and i take greatfully part in it! I actually was just looking for suggestions of natural goat feeding and ended up reading your encouraging lines….

    • It’s fascinating to meet you! What an interesting culture you are embedded in, and as a solo white women?! I take it you are not located in an urban area then. Your children sound like they are at wonderful ages to be a help, too. It’s amazing how we stumble upon each other; the world has gotten so much smaller with the internet! I am interested; how did you end up with the Zulu people? Were you born and raised in South Africa, or did you move there from elsewhere? Your parrot sounds fun, too! And thank you for taking time to leave a note on here…

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