A Parking Lot Prayer

I had a small breakdown in the parking lot at the grocery store this evening.

Last week my good friend, Lisa reminded me that God is not a bystander or observer in the events of our lives. He’s in them. He’s a participant.

So as I drove to the grocery store I began to talk to God about my son. And as I pulled into a space in the parking lot, tears filled my eyes and my voice broke as I asked God to show me where He is in this situation that has been dragging on for three months.

The answer came so quickly—

Look at your son.

I am in the strength he wears each day as he goes out the door to work.

I am in the forbearance he shows to the ones you find so hard to forgive.

I am in the loyalty he has for his friend, with his own future still unsettled.

I am in his persistent good nature, his ability to laugh, his love of his friends.

I am in his desire and drive and determination to live the life 

    that he has envisioned.

Once again, I am awed by God’s graciousness in hearing the cry of my heart, and wrapping the cloak of his care around me, reassuring me that I am His. My children are His. He is very present.

-Nancy Perkins

August 28, 2011