Sometimes I pray silly prayers. I mean really silly ones. Prayers like, “God, please let there be at least one Black person on my cruise in Antarctica.” Prayers like, “Lord, I don’t want to have to buy sunglasses for my expedition. Can someone on the ship have a spare? I want to save my coins.”
My prayers seem really elementary at times. I mean, sure we’re supposed to come boldly, but more often than not, I come to Him as a little child. And sometimes I pray prayers that I know have nothing to do with the advancement of the Kingdom, but more for the advancement of my comfort. Honestly. It’s the truth. But regardless of the motive and my heart behind the request, I find satisfaction in knowing that He hears me. And if He chooses not to answer me right away, His quietness matures my faith.
While I was in Argentina, preparing for my trip to Antarctica, I prayed one of my silly prayers. I told the Lord that I didn’t want to have to pay for my jacket and pants for my trip. I was trying to save about 80 bucks. Can you blame me? Do you know what you can buy with 80 bucks? I digress. Three days before sailing off for Antarctica, the Lord answered my prayer. Mind you, I should’ve, could’ve had all of this taken care of months ago, but I knew that it would all come together. And it did! I was in my hostel talking to a Korean girl who had just returned from Antarctica. She was going over all of the things that she wore and telling me about her experience. After chatting with her, in walks a tall French biologist. In my excitement, I told him that I was preparing to go to Antarctica. He said, “I just got back! Do you need a jacket? Or pants?” I said, “Yes I do!” He handed them to me. Then he asked if I needed seasick pills. I still hadn’t purchased them, so I gladly took his leftovers!
It didn’t end there. I really didn’t want to have to fork over the cash to buy a new camera, but I decided that I would purchase one in my port city once I arrived in Ushuaia, Argentina. As I walked around the city and listened to the Lord and made my requests known to find a good camera, He spoke to me and gave me clear orders on when to go looking for the camera.
It was the day before I left for Antarctica and I set out on assignment. As I walked around the city, I passed a few older gentlemen and greeted them in Spanish. After I sat down, one came by to sit next to me. We engaged in a quick dialogue. I conjured up as much Spanish as I could recall. When he asked about my plans, I let him know that I was going out to look for a camera. Would you believe that this man said that I could borrow his camera and give it back to him after I returned from Antarctica?! For real! For free! Who does that?! I rushed to find a translator to make sure that I had understood his Spanish correctly, and it was true. He let me borrow his Nikon camera. Three other people on the ship had the same camera. It was high quality and captured my adventure in an extraordinary way.
My conversations, my prayers, and my whispers to the Lord may be silly sometimes, but His answers are always stupendous.
Still thawing off,
P.S. My new friend from South Africa let me borrow his sunglasses before we set off on our first landing. Thanks, Nick! And there were five other “sistas” on my ship. What’s five the number of? Oh yeah, grace.