Was it a Wrong Prayer?

This week has been quite a busy one, and perhaps it will be busy until April. The days will still be spent writing the devotional guide in our language and visiting a number of churches with the choir. On march 10, I had to lay down the whole day because of UTI, which I found out I had after I went to see a doctor. I stayed in my room almost a whole day because I could not walk well. I wanted to get well because we were to have a choir presentation in one of the villages in our town, and it requires hiking. So my prayer to God was, make me walk so that I can go and join the choir, especially since a number of them said they are not going (when in fact they had all said yes to going). It added a feeling of disappointment. I thought that if many of them won't go, and if I will not be able to go, they may not be happy, too. The day before the concert, I could walk. This gave me the signal to go. I am not really sure of the reasons why some of the choir members were saying they can't go. Although I know that their transportation allowance is a problem, the vehicle that the mayor often provides for the choir helps a lot. Or else, we would not have been able to visit places for the concerts. Extra money for the development of these students is a lot to them since most of them at least have enough for each week, but many times have scarce or nothing. Thank God some of them joined even though they said they could not join on the said occasion.

Going back to my prayer that "Lord, if you will make me walk, I will join them," we arrived in the concert venue after an hour and a half hike which would have taken almost a day if the mayor did not provide a ride. Praise the Lord.

An hour before the presentation, I was not feeling good. I began to doubt whether my prayer was wrong. Should my prayer have been to make me well and I will go? For a while, I doubted and soon prayed instead of doubting. I prayed and followed them in the venue of the concert. There is no electricity but the 1 petromax and a cassette player (a gift on my birthday)was enough to make the presentation happen. Many of those who came had traveled by foot for an hour, half an hour, or a 20 minutes hike. We were done by 11 in the evening. The choir hiked back to where the vehicle was waiting to pick them up. They arrived almost 1 early morning.

It was not a wrong prayer, it was a wrong attitude. I learned to trust God moment by moment. I will never regret having joined. An experience with God can't be equaled with just having stayed home. What a mighty and great God we serve!