a rainy day
When it rains in Glasgow, you never know when (if) it will stop. Sometimes, what simply appeared, at first, to be a passing shower, is still pouring three months later. However, as I peered out the window a few weeks ago, and noted the darkened sky and the extraordinary downpour, I thought to myself that we would be very fortunate if this rain storm only lasted three months. It was that driving, horizontal rain that seems to be peculiarly native to Glasgow—huge globules bouncing off the pavements and ricocheting against car bonnets. There was nothing for it, I thought, but to batten down the hatches, and retreat indoors for the winter. Or whenever the deluge would cease. Possibly, there might be a break from the rain for a couple of days next June, I supposed.
It was then that the mild dread set in. A toddler needing entertained. An infant demanding attention. An enclosed environment. A husband out all day at his studies.
I looked out the window again. The rain was relentless. I cast my eyes down to our sodden driveway. Our empty driveway. If only we had a car, I thought to myself as I gazed out the streaming window. Well, that was it, wasn't it?! A car would surely remedy the situation…
If only we had a car, then the possibilities would be almost endless. We wouldn’t be stuck inside, for a start. (And inside was rapidly deteriorating into chaos with my crazy, energetic toddler running riot.) If only we had a car, we’d be able to go on excursions, we’d be able to visit friends, go to the cinema, go swimming (if the rain continued much longer, I supposed there would be that possibility in the garden), do all kinds of things. If it came down to it, we’d be able to follow the migrating birds south, and escape this seemingly interminable precipitation for warmer climes. If only we had a car!
Well, on that wet, wet, wet day, there was nothing for it but to pray.
A heartfelt prayer
In all seriousness, it had been a tough few days, and the rain was exacerbating the situation by keeping us house-bound. Having been challenged by our Pastor, Peter’s recent teaching on prayer, I knew that I needed to spend time with God and unburden myself before Him. I prayed that God would help me cope in this situation, that He would increase my patience and that He would sustain me. And yes, I prayed, that if it were possible, He would provide us with a car.
An unexpected answer
It was the very next evening that my prayer was answered. We had not long finished our evening meal, when the doorbell rang…
…And, believe it or not, our new wheels had arrived!
This was not a car, however, but a double-buggy—loaned to us by a colleague of my husband. He had not known about my prayer, but had been aware of our situation, and was able to generously offer us these wonderful wheels. And it truly was answered prayer, and truly a revolutionary provision: we would now all be able to leave the house and not get soaked (having only had a single buggy and baby-carrier before). Things were looking up, and, after all that, I have to admit that my forecast of endless months of rain proved a little pessimistic—there have been at least a few moments of blue in the Glaswegian sky since then!
And by the way, I must also confess that I don’t yet even hold a driving license—so if my prayer for a car had been answered, I guess it wouldn’t have made much practical difference…
God is sooooooo good!! Praise God for His goodness and providence! His answers to prayers might not always be what we ask or expect, but we can certainly trust Him for His wise care of His children.
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