I need to remember that when God does not appear to hear me, He is busy accomplishing what He knows is best.
by Jamie Steinhart
When I dropped my second child off at college it was with a sense of both excitement for him and trepidation for me. My son always managed to find trouble and seemed to have rotten luck. (Not a great combination for a teenage boy leaving home for the first time.) So the day we left him at his small Jesuit College more than 10 hours from home, I stopped off at the beautiful whitewashed chapel, pressed my knees hard to the pew and prayed. I asked God to watch over this child of mine–this child of His–and implored that He send only His most diligent angels to keep watch and keep him safe.
A mere six weeks into freshman year, I received a phone call that every parent dreads. My son attempted to climb a roof with some of his dorm buddies, thinking they might be able to see the entire campus if they could just get to the top. Unfortunately, he lost his footing and nearly lost his life. He fell, head first onto concrete, breaking five bones and gashing his forehead deep and wide.
We brought him home to heal and withdrew him from school for the semester. Initially he was wheelchair bound with casts protecting fractured bones. Upon visiting the orthopedic surgeon to put pins in his wrist, the doctor looked at his injuries and told us how lucky we were that he was alive. Just three inches one way or the other would have changed the outcome tragically. He would have not survived or spent the rest of his life physically and mentally handicapped. I was more convinced than ever that the angels I prayed for gently broke his fall.
After months of healing he returned to college. He is doing quite well now, staying out of trouble and avoiding high places. I tell him all the time that God saved him that night because he has a beautiful life in store.
There are still days when I question why God doesn’t respond to the prayers I want Him to. It is then I try to remind myself of that divinely-timed moment when God did in fact answer, sending his quickest angels to save a son He knew I could not live without. I need to remember that when God does not seem to hear me, He is busy accomplishing what He knows is best. He may be busy saving my husband from a car accident or helping a stranger’s child through cancer or dispatching angels to a teenager on a roof.
I worship a mighty, faithful, and all-knowing God who does hear my every desire, and chooses how to answer according to His divine will–a God who is tirelessly working for me behind the scenes.