When I was a little girl, maybe five years old, my family made a cross country move. We packed up our belongings and squeezed into the cab of a U-Haul truck with our beloved, but very large, yellow lab. Somewhere along the 1,500 mile drive, while it was dark, it started to downpour. It was raining so hard that it was difficult to see the lines in the road even with the windshield wipers on full speed.
But then something scary happened - the windshield wipers stopped working. My dad said he could still see the faint white line that defines the lane we are driving in, but it's getting fuzzier as we drive on. My five year old self was scared and convinced that we were going to crash (I've always been a bit dramatic). That's when I started praying. I prayed to God with every part of my little body that He would fix the windshield wipers so my daddy could see where he was going. It was by no means an elegant prayer; after all, I was only five years old. But with my eyes squeezed shut tight, I said, "Amen." At that very moment, the second after I finished my prayer, something crazy happened. The windshield wipers started working.
To me, in that moment, God had performed a miracle. He fixed the windshield wipers! He heard me! I was astonished and elated, so I shared with my parents what had just happened. I can only imagine the humor of the situation. Their little girl is so excited that the windshield wipers started working, something seemingly small. But they know the Lord, they know what He can do, and they believed me. The rest of that 24 hour drive was spent in awestruck wonder of God, because He heard me. He answered me. He knows who I am. At five years old, I didn't fully understand what that meant, but the Lord would use that memory to speak to my heart as I grew up and became the woman He created me to be.
It's crazy what can happen with broken windshield wipers and a prayer spoken from the heart of a five year old.
