For most of my life, my prayer tendency had been what I call “vending machine” faith. When I needed God, my first instinct was to ask Him to “fix” it the way I wanted. And every fiber in my body wanted to ask Him to fix this circumstance too.
But instead, I asked for courage to trust. I didn’t understand why this accident had happened – and continued to wrestle with the notion that somehow or some way, maybe I could have prevented it?
I asked God to help me to surrender and trust that He had a purpose for it. I asked for comfort for my neighbors. I prayed for the vet’s abilities while performing the surgery. And even though I didn’t see how, I asked that God would be glorified in it all.
I truly never expected what came next. When I reached out to check on the dog, this was our neighbor’s reply:
As I read the message, tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stop smiling. Folks, I was there. I saw it happen. I felt it happen. I witnessed the aftermath.
1000+ lbs. of golf cart rolling 10 mph downhill + 10 lb. lap dog + 2 direct wheel strikes…
No cuts, scrapes or bruises.
No fractures or broken bones.
No internal injuries.
How incredible is that? I’m not here to try to convince you what to believe, or what to think, or how to explain any of it, but I know that God is able to “accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.”
I believe God miraculously healed that dog for His own glory. He doesn’t require my prayer, or my belief, or even my limiting unbelief.