Funny how God answers prayer

Funny how God answers prayers

Joe B over at God Even Loves Idiots Like Me Asked the question how God had answered a prayer unexpectedly. Well, I just have to tell you about this one.

“So, how’s your day going?”

“Fine. How’s yours?”

“Fine. How’d your meeting go yesterday?”

[Here’s the place where we go flashing back two days ago.]

Lauri Anne, my daughter the casting director, calls me up and she asks for prayer because she’s over budget in one section of extras and her boss had given her a note: “We need to talk.” I always hated those notes when I was District Sales Manager for the Berry Company (The Real Yellow Pages). It always was BAD, those “We Need To Talk” meetings. The division manager would always let me know if it was a “good” meeting by asking me if I had a minute. Of course, being very sensitive to who ran the show, I would reply, “I always have time for you, James.” Then my immediate boss would say, “Gina, come see me.” I would always cringe with the olive press feeling—you know, all the oil is squished out leaving basically nothing. You know those kinds of meetings that you are asked to attend but are given zero clue what they are about and when you walk in and sit down you are blind-sided with no where to run and nothing to deflect the fiery darts of wrath from your boss. What? You’ve never been to one of those meetings? I want a job where you work, send me an application, please.

So, she gets one of these notes and it doesn’t freak her out until she’s going over the paperwork for the day before and she sees—uh,oh—she’s over budget in one section of extras (the section that gets close-ups and/or small speaking parts). So during our daily call, she asks for prayer about this because 1.) she doesn’t want to get fired and 2.) she’d really like the next movie gig this guy does. As soon as I understand the problem, I am immediately back in my office on Essen Lane in the Jacobs Building with that huge hand squeezing my heart and the words, “What did I do now?” trying to burst from my lips. I felt her pain.

So we prayed and I prayed and she got busy doing casting director stuff and I went back to enjoying my 2 weeks off before school starts again.

[End of flashback. Back to present time]The phone rings…
“So, how’s your day going?”

“Fine. How’s yours?”

“Fine. How’d your meeting go yesterday?”

“It went great! I think he was a little intimidated because of the policeman’s uniform and I kept playing with the handcuffs. He didn’t even mention me going over budget.”

I couldn’t help it. It took a minute or two for me to quit laughing so I could find out more. She was an extra that day playing a tough policewoman with reflective sun glasses and had the full uniform on including the handcuffs. And I’m wondering why she couldn’t she have had the uniform on when the cop stopped her and gave her a ticket for running a traffic light.

[side note: I am not sure I like the Word/Blogger feature. I cannot add photos to word and they upload. However, if I want a record of all my posts so if something terrible happens like what happened to Paul at Stonegate then I'd still have my posts. We'll see.]