Last Wednesday I was taking my son home from therapy (He has autism and does OT and speech weekly). On the way, a car passed me doing at least 70 on the main road through town where the speed limit is 55 mph. I'd had it.
I've spent this entire year (so far) watching people act illegally and get away with it. I wanted, no NEEDED, to see justice done. I began to pray out loud "God, I'm not sure if this is wrong to pray, but can you please send a police car right now? I need to see that you are watching. That you care. That you will give people what they deserve and that you are just. Please let me see it play out today and reassure me that you are watching."
I finish the prayer and the psycho driver turns off the road and I can no longer see if anything bad will become of him. Out loud I moan "Come on God! I asked. I needed this. Do you even care?"
Clear as day I hear him say "I don't give you what you deserve either. It's called Mercy."
OUCH! I say out loud "I'm not talking to you anymore" and I began to laugh.
My daughter (in the front seat) looks at me like I'm nuts. I guess she didn't hear God speaking to me.
I explained what he said and she cracked up at my reply. We laughed all day, but the message hit home. Justice is not our job it is his. I am so thankful that God has not given me what I deserve.