My First Answered Prayer
My mother had been a preacher before I was born. She had a real heart for people, especially children. I don’t remember her teaching me when I was young, but she must have because I grew up with a real sense of God, I grew up knowing how to hear God’s voice. When I was very young I remember being able to just know that God was near and watching out for me.
The first encounter I remember, I was about 3 years old. I had asked for a particular pair of sunglasses. My father told me “No, I didn’t need them.” After he told me no, I remember my mother pulling me aside and telling me, “Ask Jesus for them.”
I don’t remember my prayer, but I do remember asking. At three years old, I had no doubt that I would get my sunglasses. A few weeks later, as we were driving the 125 miles to my Grandmothers, my father saw something shiny on the highway. He stopped to see what it was – my pair of sunglasses. The exact kind I had asked for and in my size.