I was set to run some errands yesterday. I got out and started my car, never considering the clicking I heard when it was turned on. I ran back inside for something, came back out to hop in and, wham, locked. was my initial reponse. I hate to admit this but there was even the thought of smashing the window: silly carnal thinking. I'm using my brother's car until I buy a new one, so he had the other key - 30 miles away. Now even though all worldliness wanted me to think of a way out of it, I got down on knees (in private-though I live alone) and let out my problem to Heaven. And instead of worry, I felt sheer gladness.

I called up my brother and asked if he wanted to come up for lunch - and bring the keys. He actually tried to the unlock on his set. I can laugh at that now. But he called up the friend he bought the car from and got the code to unlock it. The code! I would have never thought of that on my own. I was able to tell my (unbelieving) brother that I prayed for the solution. He said praying wasn't necessary: I told him it was. All of this happened within maybe a ten minute period. It's like I tell my children - answered prayer is proof not only that God exists but that He always hears us and takes care of us no matter how big or small the problem.