I’ll never forget when the kids were younger
and Lois and I took them to visit the Grand Canyon. We’d driven all day in order to save on travel expenses, and by the time we got there, it was pretty late. We arrived tired and ready to head to our hotel room to go to sleep. Yet there was one fairly major problem: I had forgotten to reserve us a room.
Keep in mind, this was 30 or so years ago. No cellphones. No internet. And no other hotels within an hour or so. We had made it to the Grand Canyon and the official hotel on site. But it was already full. The hotel manager even told me that there was a waiting list in case any rooms came available. The situation looked bleak.
Worn out, hungry and frustrated, I decided we would sit down as a family and have a meal before making the long drive to try and find another hotel. When we sat down to dinner, Priscilla — a small child at the time — asked, “Daddy, didn’t you teach us that God will provide all of our needs?”
Trust me, I was in no mood to have one of my children point out what daddy had preached on a Sunday. So I gave her one of those daddy looks that said, “Priscilla, be quiet and get ready to eat your meal.”
But Priscilla continued, “Daddy, if God is going to provide all of our needs and all we need to do is ask him, then why don’t you pray?” She looked at me with an innocence in her eyes that was touching. It was one of those moments when, as a father, you want to crawl under the table because your child is being more spiritual than you are. It was also one of those moments when I didn’t feel at all like praying, so I told her, “You pray, Priscilla.” She did. Loud