I’ll never really know all that God saved my son from, but what I do know is that protection came through one thing: prayer.
I visited my son at school during his lunch hour. Something about him seemed off lately. His eyes looked a little sad. His shoulders seemed a little slumped over. His spirit of wanting to play around seemed to be missing. I just wanted to sit with him. We had a great lunch hour. I didn’t pay attention to anyone or anything else, but him.
Yet, the next day when I was praying for my 5-year old, something incredible happened. My words to God were normal. They sounded something like: “Father, please help my son. Whatever it is that is missing at school, please provide it for him. Wherever he feels sad, comfort him. Whatever it is, I need to do, let me see it. Help me to know what to do. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”
I wrapped up my time of prayer, but immediately something came over me. It was a feeling — or a prompting — that hit me right after I prayed. It seemed God was nudging my heart back to my kid’s school for his lunch hour again.
“But, God, I just went there, yesterday,” I said.
No matter, obedience is obedience. I somewhat hesitantly lifted myself off my bed and hustled out the door.
Once there, at a table full of rambunctious kids, I opened my eyes a bit more, rather than honing in just on my son. Here, I saw things I did not see the previous day. I saw how some kids were making fun of him at the table. How they laughed at him because His face got a little messy. How there was a gang of boys at work. How they were fearless in their pursuit of him even with me by my son’s side. How they whispered with their hand cupped over their mouth. I saw the defeat on my son’s face.
How did I miss this before?
No matter, I thanked God on the drive home from that lunch. I now knew what I needed to do. There were other concerns with the school. We immediately decided to pull him out of the school. But, where would he go now?
Once again, I returned to prayer. My husband and I needed to know what school to send him to as we were new to the area. We prayed. We prayed. We prayed and prayed.
Then, one day, while eating dinner, we saw a young family pass by on a walk outside. We’d wanted to meet them for weeks, so we ditched our meal and ran outside. Once there, shaking hands, we learned that the man before us was the pastor of a school that many people had been telling us about. God brought him right to our door. He explained about the “no bullying” policy at his school.
What we asked for, God answered. Not once, but twice.
“This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us–whatever we ask–we know that we have what we asked of him. (1 Jo. 5:14-15 NLT)
These are not hollow words that we half-way believe, but The Living Word of God. They are true and at work in your life and in mine.
We pray. God hears.
We ask according to His will. We have confidence in it.
We ask like this. We “have” what we asked for.
God, through prayer, takes unseemly scenarios and flips them over. Time and time again. I could tell you countless stories.
What are you facing? What seems impossible? Where do you need wisdom? Ask God, believe He hears you, walk confidently in the prayer you prayed and trust Him to answer. Be open to how He may lead you.
He may speak through a person, a predicament, His Word or some unusual way like He did for me. But, God speaks. He answers. He hears. Your every prayer matters.
Today? My son is thriving at a school full of love and grace. God led Him to just the place He needed to be.
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Thank you for sharing this story. Prayers change a lot and Good can do amazing things we never dreamed of if we give him the chance. We’ve had Head Masters call us and offer ridiculous discounts. After a move, a church friends inquired about why we were sending out soon back to public school. Where they learned it was cost, they offered to pay for his last two years of private school.
Our younger children were able to be home schooled.