Prayer Journal

For the past week I have been in Kansas City at the International House of Prayer. God gave me an opportunity to go there at the beginning of the year and it was a tremendous time of personal renewal and strengthening.

I’ve been going there for many years but usually in the summer months. This was only the second time I have been there in the winter. This winter has been unusually cold in Kansas City and they are getting far more snow than normal. Because Kansas City folk are quite unaccustomed to significant amounts of snow, a winter storm has significant impact on the roads. People drive very slowly and it becomes quite difficult to get around.

On the day I was scheduled to fly home, a winter snowstorm hit the city. Normally it takes 45 min. – 1 hour to get from the southeast side of Kansas City to the north side where the international airport is. My flight was to leave at 7 p.m. and so I decided that I would like to be at the airport by 5:30 p.m., which would require me to get picked up at 4:30.

A friend of mine was going to drive me and he said that he wanted to pick me up at 3 p.m. so that we could go for coffee and talk before my flight. After we made those arrangements it began to snow in the early afternoon, around 1 p.m. Some of the locals told me that I would probably not be able to fly out and that I should prepare to have to stay overnight, however the airport indicated that the plane was still scheduled to depart.

I was picked up at 3:00 p.m. however by this time the roads were reduced to a crawl. All four lanes of the interstate were packed with vehicles driving at about 5 km/hr! It ended up taking us 3 hours to get to the airport! I arrived at the airport at 5:45 p.m., just in time to check in and get through security. In the end the plane left right on time, with me on board.

As I reflected on what happened I was amazed because had I not been picked up at 3 p.m. I would not have made the flight. There simply was no way that I could have got the airport on time if I had been picked up at the normal time of 4:30. Neither I nor my friend had any idea about the road conditions when we made our plans. But God certainly did.

After a week away from home I was very much wanting to get home to see my family and friends, so I am profoundly thankful to God for knowing the details of my life and making arrangements for me to get home safely and on time!

All this to say that God really does care about the details of our lives. I certainly realize that not everything works out just the way we want, but there times when God just amazes us with the way that he works in our lives!!