A Prayer Closet Experience

Mom and Dad were pastors of a church in Sparks, Nevada, when I was 10. Church camp was coming up the next day, and I decided I needed to go. I told my mom that I wanted to go, but she reluctantly told me they had no money. (In those days, keeping the pastor poor meant he would be closer to God somehow!)

Dad had recently preached a moving sermon on going into your prayer closet from Matthew 6:6

When you pray, go away by yourself, shut the door behind you, and pray to your

Father secretly. Then your Father, who knows all secrets, will reward you. Mt. 6:6 NLT

So, undaunted by the news, I told my mom I would ask God. Going into my closet, I pushed shoes and various garments aside, knelt and asked the Lord to supply the needed money. Then, in my childlike faith, I got up and started packing.

Mom was frantically trying to think of how she could get the money so that my faith would not be damaged (how often we mothers done that!). As she was worrying, the phone rang. It was my Grandpa wanting to drop by. He usually only dropped by after his wife had beat up on him - but that's a whole other story! When Grandpa arrived, he handed my Mom money, the exact amount needed for me to go to camp and have spending money. Understand, no one told him. Grandpa never gave my parents money, plus my parents would never have asked. God moved on a most unlikely source to meet my prayer of faith.

This Stone of Remembrance is one of the bedrocks of my faith. God has always met my needs in so many different ways, but this one set the course for my belief in God's goodness.