I prayed, “Jesus help me!” then grabbed a hammer and climbed out the window …
It all started one night while Luke worked away from home and my 5 oldest kids vacationed at grandma’s. I sat at home with our newborn baby girl and our dog. The dog needed to eat, so I walked with her to the door. I opened it to find an empty bowl. So, with the baby asleep in her chair, I stepped into the garage to refill the dog food.
The door shut behind me. I knew it before I checked. The door was locked. My heart skipped a beat as I confronted the reality of the situation.
Keys: In the house.
Phone: In the house.
Baby: In the house.
Everything but me and the dog were in the house, and we had no way to get back into the house. Now what?
I turned the doorknob time and time again hoping somehow it would open. I felt the Holy Spirit prompt me to pray. So, I prayed – all the while frantically forming a game-plan for how to get back in the house.
I whispered, “Jesus help me!” then reached for the hammer I found conveniently located near the dog bowl.
I combined my best effort with sheer determination and set out to make something happen.
I must break in the house. There’s no other way, I reasoned.
I carefully considered the best window to bash and started swinging. Apparently we have hammer-proof glass. I banged once, twice, three times. Nothing. Then I really put my weight behind it and … nothing! Not even a crack!
I moved to another window and finally broke through only to find out it was double-paned glass. UGH! Are you serious?!
There I stood in the dark, hammer in hand (did I mention it was raining?), and still no way in the house.
I felt a nudge to pray again, but this time with a new word inserted, “STOP and pray.” This time –
I traded the “pray as I go” theory for the “pray and let God go” solution.
With a much clearer perspective, I popped the locked door open. It only took a few minutes and did not, I repeat, did not require the assistance of a hammer.
The baby slept soundly unaware of the fiasco that just unfolded. My heart stopped pounding and what moments before scared me senseless now left me laughing. What had seemed so hard before became simple and fairly painless.
Sometimes our instincts send us racing down the trail of our best effort, and it’s only after we drag ourselves back to the starting line, drenched and out of options, that we finally let God lead the way.
God’s steps are untraceable. Only He knows the next step.
Oh, the depth of the riches and wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and decisions and how unfathomable and untraceable are His ways!” Romans 11:33 (AMP)
When I feel trapped by life’s moments, my eyes want to react to what I see. What I perceive dictates what I pursue.
But when I fix my gaze on God, who knows all and sees all, I can stand and wait for His plan.