I’m anticipating a major lifestyle change soon (go ahead mom, you can cringe) and to make it happen I need extra financial stability. In addition to my normal prayers, I decided to pray every single day for one month, as often as I could throughout the day, for money. Not tax return money. Not rebate gift cards. Cold, hard, cash from nowhere. I wanted a check in the mail. I wanted a miracle.
So on January 22, 2010, I started praying. I’ve had prayers answered before and I know God wants to give us the things we desire, but it was still hard to ask for money. Especially (and thankfully) because I’m not in a desperate need. Nonetheless, I prayed.
The following Sunday I tithed at church. It was more than I had ever given, mostly because I never have a lot of cash and that seems like a good excuse. I purposely brought my checkbook and gave $50, which isn’t chump change to me but it didn’t kill me either. I folded the check and prayed as I put it in the offering plate.
I prayed every day. I prayed first thing in the morning and gave thanks, then I discussed with Him why I need the financial cushion. I looked at my bank account throughout the day and visualized it showing more. I prayed when I heard someone talking about money; I prayed when certain songs reminded me to.
My one-month quickly dwindled without any major changes. Even worse, I received much less in this tax return than in past years. With only days left I reminded myself that praying this steadily wasn’t testing God, I was testing myself. I was glad that although I hadn’t received anything tangible, I followed through hardcore on a commitment. And even if no changes occurred, I hadn’t lost anything. In fact, I now understood how to pray relentlessly.
On Tuesday evening I walked in the house and saw the stack of mail Roommate John brought in. I shuffled through the envelopes while contemplating the dinner I was about to make.
It finally arrived with five hours to spare.
A surprise reimbursement check from escrow (still don’t know what that is) on my house! The amount was nearly 10 times the amount I gave at church. I just sat there, staring at the check, when I realized the date: February 22. I knew it!
I’m sure some people could discredit my surprise blessing. They could say reimbursements happen during this time every year, but I didn’t know that. I simply asked. If we knew for a fact that our prayers would be answered, how much more diligently and seriously would we pray? And if we’re constantly looking for blessings, how many more would we see?