Encounters With God: The 11th Hour

12th hour

 

There’s a phrase Christians like to say about the timetable of God: He may not come when you want him but he’ll be there right on time. This rang true for me when I was about seven years old and my mom and I were about to be evicted from our apartment.

My mom has always been my superhero. She’s strong and she can push through anything. She taught me spiritual strength. She taught me how to be strong in the face of opposition. She also taught me the inner strength of a woman. But on this day my mom lost her cape. She was out of options and in a panic. We’d gone beyond the grace period to pay the rent and she didn’t have the money. Her job wasn’t paying enough and my dad gave very little in child support. It was the first time I’d seen her in a real panic because she’s normally very calm. In tough situations I’d often find her reaction was just to shrug and say, “Well Lord, you know and I don’t.” This day, however, was the 11th hour and we needed God to be right on time.

I remember kneeling on the living room couch with my mom and we just prayed and prayed and prayed. With tears rolling down her face she just kept on asking God to come through because we were on the verge of being homeless. I kept repeating the same thing because I was seven years old and only knew the Lord’s Prayer that she taught me.

After an hour of Earth shattering prayer we waited for God to answer. In our little faith, we were also planning to pack our bags and move before they threw our stuff out on the street; you know just in case God didn’t come right on time as we Christians believed.

Another hour passed and another hour passed as we continued to wait. But then the phone rang. It was the rental office. They’d called to say they would give my mom another week to pay her rent and we weren’t going to be evicted that day.

Throughout my life time I’ve seen God move at different paces. Sometimes right away and other times very slow. Well, very slow in my eyes and my own timetable. That day I saw God work a miracle. We had no idea why the rental office changed their mind and gave us another chance but we just knew it was God who’d come to rescue us at the 11th hour…right on time.  It was my second memorable encounter with God. 

 


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