After a long day yesterday, my wife and I decided to watch a movie together. We don’t own a TV, so we used a laptop to watch a film from our collection. We watched Akeelah and the Bee (more about that in a future post), only to find out that the last 5 minutes or so of the movie was unplayable, so we didn’t get to see the ending. But we were able to find a page online where someone had written up the ending, and so that sufficed.
After the movie, I unplugged my computer and moved it back upstairs. When I plugged the power into the wall, nothing. No little green light indicating electricity flow. Just a high-pitched electronic beeping.
That’s not good.
I tried a variety of power outlets and cord combinations around the house. The same result in each case. No power.
Thankfully, my wife has a computer of her own, so I fired it up and did some research about the beeping. It wasn’t good news. A hundred percent of the forums I viewed said it meant that my laptop power adapter was fried and I might as well get a new one.
So, off to Amazon to see how much this would cost.
I spent at least 35 minutes looking at options, trying to find a genuine power adapter and not a fake one. I finally found one that looked like a good option and was affordable.
And then I prayed.
“Dad, would you just fix this for me?”
Before clicking the Place Order button, I went back to the wall and plugged in the adapter once more.
I tried plugging into the surge protector that I normally use.
God fixed my laptop power adapter. I asked if He would and He did. I asked Him to protect me from frying my laptop and He has.
The funniest thing is to examine my response. I’m very grateful, thankful that He’s done this for me. I’ve seen Him intervene in fixing things before, computers even. And yet, I’m somewhat amazed that He would do this.
But what good father wouldn’t fix something for his son? What good father wouldn’t listen and act to respond to his child’s needs? What good father wouldn’t be concerned to protect from harm and loss?
Yet somehow I (dare I say we?) seem to think this kind of behavior is beneath God, such that we are amazed when He comes through for us. I think that speaks more about our faith and relationship with Him than His character. We know He’s good. We know He’s our Father.
So why does it astound us when He acts like a good Father?
Thanks, Dad! I’m going to go play with my computer now!