Two years ago, I woke in the middle of the night with an urge to pray for my daughter’s safety. She was planning her first solo road trip to Chicago in two days. I prayed myself back to sleep that night.
She’s legally an adult, and I couldn’t tell her not to make the trip. Instead, we worked to make sure her trip was well planned. I still felt that urge to pray for her trip.
The morning of her trip, we insisted she keep us updated during the 6 hour road trip on where she was. I was at work that day and quietly prayed for her. I posted on Facebook I was praying for her safety.
When she updated me early afternoon that she was halfway there, I breathed a sigh of relief. One of my coworkers told me I needed to let go and quit hovering.
Within minutes, I got the call. She was in a bad wreck with a car and a truck. She had just pulled out of a gas station and got t-boned. I could hear sirens in the background. She said she was fine.
Other than a scratched knee, she was unharmed. Her car was totaled. When we got there that night, they let us into the car lot where the car had been towed so we could empty it. Most of the front was gone.
I can only think that my prayers were an urging from both her guardian angel and my own to pray for her.
Never underestimate those unexpected urgings to pray for someone. A friend told me afterwards when she saw my first post praying for my daughter’s safety she thought I was being overly protective.
As we returned to the scene after the fact, we saw that it had a blind spot and a low speed limit which the driver on the road had to have ignored. I read of multiple accident reports in that intersection, as the community debated whether or not it needed a stoplight to prevent future accidents.
Why does it seem that some prayers for someone’s safety are answered and in another instance they aren’t?
I do not know why good people are sometimes protected and other times they still get sick, get hurt, or die. But I wonder if divine protection comes when someone’s purpose in life has not yet been met, and God still has work for that person to do.
And maybe, when the good do die young, they have already accomplished that mission and have touched the hearts and lives of others, leaving the world a better, richer place because of their presence.
I don’t know. I do know that for the rest of my life, I will pray when the Spirit says pray.