I have a friend named Bob who does miraculous baby prayers.
A sophomore asked me a question about prayer from Mark 11 and it reminded me of Bob.
When asked if we wanted kids, for the first 5 years of marriage, Katie and I would answer “cuss no!” So, when Bob offered to pray for us in a field in Mexico, we said, “No, we’re good.”
And he simply said, “Whenever you’re ready.”
Around year 5 or 6 we slowly shifted from “Cuss no!” to “maybe…” to “yeah, we want to have a kid!” Nevertheless, after a few years of trying to procreate (ßthat’s a weird sentence to write and publish) we were still childless. We read books, visited doctors, and charted hormones. Nothin.
Then we remembered Bob, and we were going to see him in Mexico that April, so we thought, “Why not?”
We caught him in a dirt parking lot and asked for prayer.
He had Katie and I hold each other’s one hand, while holding out our pinkies on our free hand. He grabbed each of our pinkies and said “Lord, however, whenever, Amen.”
2 months later Katie was pregnant.
Drop the mic. Play the walkout music. Release the balloons. God gets the glory.
We are deeply grateful for what happened in that period of time… and our daughter is unreasonably awesome… so we feel immeasurably blessed.
But a strange side-effect is that it has really messed with our prayer life.
Here’s why: Continue reading “Pinkies, Mountains, and Unanswered Prayers”