Ask and Wait

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I had a dream a few weeks ago.  I went to an A & W restaurant and ordered food for myself and friends at the counter. The girl said they would bring it to me when it was ready. Instead of tables and chairs, the restaurant had beds (hey, it was a dream). Since I felt tired I lay down and took a nap. It seemed like a long nap, but when my order was ready I got up and went to pay for it with a credit card. That’s when I discovered a $50 bill in my wallet I didn’t realize I had. It easily covered the cost.

An ordinary kind of dream, but I felt like I should pay attention, so I wrote it down in my dream journal. As I did I remembered that when I was a teenager, with a brand new driver’s license, my friends and I would borrow Daddy’s car and go to the drive-in where the car-hops wore brown and orange parkas – the A & W. We jokingly called it “The Ask and Wait,” although the service was probably faster than most other places. I made a note in my journal and promptly forgot about it, until a few days ago.

Right after this dream my dear friend suddenly became critically ill with a perforated ulcer (a hole in her stomach). She said it was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. I rushed back from Alberta to be with her. The first emergency surgery looked like a success, but it wasn’t. Instead of being released from hospital after a few days, she landed in ICU with complications and then found out, when she tried to eat some apple sauce, that the hole was still there. After several unpleasant invasive procedures the plan was to wait. So she waited. We prayed and she waited some more.

The hole was still there.  I felt so badly for her laying in bed, unable to eat, hooked up to I.V.s and various uncomfortable tubes, watching room mates arrive, recover and leave. Then I remembered the dream -ask and wait, and you might as well get a good rest while you’re waiting. So her friends and husband and I prayed and  asked the Lord for healing, and waited together, and learned to rest in God’s love. (She was better at it than I was, but I wasn’t sedated.)

Finally doctors proposed a more drastic surgery that would remove part of her stomach and intestine and scheduled another surgery. After it was postponed due to other emergencies with priority for the O.R., one of the specialists ordered another test to check on the size of the hole. This time the message was good: no hole found. It had closed “on its own.”

I think finding the $50 in my wallet was about finding unearned provision -God’s grace when we needed it.

Learning to rest in the middle of trouble is not a natural response for me -nor is shouting for joy. My upbringing valued decorum more highly than emotional expression. I’m more likely to fold my program into smaller and smaller squares at an exciting sports event than I am to actually cheer out loud. My friend’s Norwegian reserve is even greater than my Anglo/Germanic decorum (although I have seen her dance in the aisles on occasion) but we celebrated with shouts of joy that would not disturb the patient in the next bed -and gave thanks on American Thanksgiving with a feast of blue jello.

Thank you, Lord!

Permit me some joyful cyber-shouting: GOD IS GOOD!!!!!

One generation commends your works to another;

they tell of your mighty acts.

They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty—

and I will meditate on your wonderful works.

They tell of the power of your awesome works—

and I will proclaim your great deeds.

They celebrate your abundant goodness

and joyfully sing of your righteousness.

(Psalm 145:4-7)

Ask and wait. He is faithful.

12 thoughts on “Ask and Wait

  1. Ruth

    This miracle of healing is wonderful news!!! So happy for her and all that have been watching and waiting on the Lord with her! I used to be one of
    those brown-suited A & W girls. My first official job. Still waiting here in my wilderness. Non-disturbing shouts of joy going up for this news from here too. Enjoying your gorgeous, joyous photo too.

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  2. Caddo

    Oh wow, I’m so sorry for your friend’s ordeal–but ever grateful for God’s faithfulness. He loves us so much. And I must say my mouth watered at the mention of A & W–it’s been a very long time since we had one near us, but truly, they are the BEST. Thanks for the memories! God bless you BIG–love, sis Caddo

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  3. Allan Halton

    A wonderful testimony, dear sister. Thank you for that. Also for this, which for me was much needed today: “Learning to rest in the middle of trouble is not a natural response for me…” But… ask and wait. (You do get some “interesting” dreams, don’t you. 🙂

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    1. I’m fascinated by how often the scriptures talk about dreams. I wouldn’t base doctrine on mine, and I realize dreams can have more than one source. I think most of them are what I call mind lint, when our brains dump out the contents of our day’s memories and try to find a way of sorting and storing them. Searching for some deep apocryphal symbolism in every dream can be misleading. Some are lies from the accuser of the brethren and some are night-time manifestations of our own thoughts and emotions. But there are some that stand out and when they highlight something I have learned from the Bible, and draw my attention to something the Lord is teaching me, those become pay attention moments for me.
      God can do much more than we can ask or think. My friend is a wonderful woman. I am so glad she is going to be ok. You would like her.

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  4. Thank you Lord that your mercies are new every morning! Thank you that the things we think are senseless – You bring life too! We give great praise for Your hand here and pray for quick and full recovery in Jesus Name!

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