>
> >A Simple Prayer by Peggy Porter
> >
> >  My son Gilbert was eight years old and had been in Cub Scouts only a
> >  short time.  During one of his meetings he was handed a sheet of paper,
> >  a block of wood and four tires and told to return home and give all to
> >  "dad."
> >
> >  That was not an easy task for Gilbert to do.  Dad was not receptive to
> >  doing things with his son.  But Gilbert tried.  Dad read the paper and
> >  scoffed at the idea of making a pine wood derby car with his young,
> >  eager son.  The block of wood remained untouched as the weeks passed.
> >  Finally, mom stepped in to see if I could figure this all out.  The
> >  project began.  Having no carpentry skills, I decided it would be best
> >  if I simply read the directions and let Gilbert do the work.  And he
> >  did.
> >
> >  I read aloud the measurements, the rules of what we could do and what
we
> >  couldn't do.  Within days his block of wood was turning into a pinewood
> >  derby car. A little lopsided, but looking great (at least through the
> >  eyes of mom).
> >
> >  Gilbert had not seen any of the other kids cars and was feeling pretty
> >  proud of his "Blue Lightning," the pride that comes with knowing you
did
> >  something on your own.
> >
> >  Then the big night came.  With his blue pinewood derby in his hand and
> >  pride in his heart we headed to the big race.  Once there my little
> >  one's pride turned to humility.  Gilbert's car was obviously the only
> >  car made entirely on his own.  All the other cars were a father-son
> >  partnership, with cool paint jobs and sleek body styles made for speed.
> >
> >  A few of the boys giggled as they looked at Gilbert's, lopsided,
wobbly,
> >  unattractive vehicle.  To add to the humiliation Gilbert was the only
> >  boy without a man at his side.  A couple of the boys who were from
> >  single parent homes at least had an uncle or grandfather by their side,
> >  Gilbert had "mom."
> >
> >  As the race began it was done in elimination fashion.  You kept racing
> >  as long as you were the winner.  One by one the cars raced down the
> >  finely sanded ramp.  Finally it was between Gilbert and the sleekest,
> >  fastest looking car there.  As the last race was about to begin, my
wide
> >  eyed, shy eight year old ask if they could stop the race for a minute,
> >  because he wanted to pray.  The race stopped.
> >
> >  Gilbert hit his knees clutching his funny looking block of wood between
> >  his  hands.  With a wrinkled brow he set to converse with his Father.
He
> >  prayed in earnest for a very long minute and a half.  Then he stood,
> >  smile on his face and announced, 'Okay, I am ready."
> >
> >  As the crowd cheered, a boy named Tommy stood with his father as their
> >  car sped down the ramp.  Gilbert stood with his Father within his heart
> >  and watched his block of wood wobble down the ramp with surprisingly
> >  great speed and rushed over the finish line a fraction of a second
> >  before Tommy's car.
> >
> >  Gilbert leaped into the air with a loud "Thank you" as the crowd roared
> >  in approval.  The Cub Master came up to Gilbert with microphone in hand
> >  and  asked the obvious question, "So you prayed to win, huh, Gilbert?"
> >  To which my young son answered, "Oh, no sir.  That wouldn't be fair to
> >  ask God to help you beat someone else.  I just asked Him to make it so
I
> >  don't cry when I lose."
> >
> >  Children seem to have a wisdom far beyond us.  Gilbert didn't ask God
to
> >  win the race, he didn't ask God to fix the out come, Gilbert asked God
> >  to give him strength in the outcome. When Gilbert first saw the other
> >  cars he didn't cry out to God, "No fair, they had a fathers help."
> >  No, he went to his Father for strength.
> >
> >  Perhaps we spend too much of our prayer time asking God to rig the
> >  race, to make us number one, or too much time asking God to remove
> >  us from the struggle, when we should be seeking God's strength to get
> >  through the struggle.  "I can do everything through Him who gives me
> >  strength."  Philippines 4:13
> >
> >  Gilbert's simple prayer spoke volumes to those present that night. He
> >  never doubted that God would indeed answer his request.  He didn't pray
> >  to win, thus hurt someone else, he prayed that God supply the grace to
> >  lose with dignity.  Gilbert, by his stopping the race to speak to his
> >  Father also showed the crowd that he wasn't there without a "dad," but
> >  His Father was most definitely there with him.  Yes, Gilbert walked
away
> >  a winner that night, with his Father at his side.
> >   >>
> >
> >
> >THE JOY OF THE LORD IS MY STRENGTH.  NEH 8:10
> >

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