On the Lookout
And Isaac went out to meditate in the field toward evening. And he lifted up his eyes and saw, and behold, there were camels coming.
Two months ago, my wife saw online that our old alma mater was searching for a men’s soccer coach, and I’d been praying for a part-time vocational position that could balance my writing endeavors, so I called the school, spoke to Mike the athletic director, and offered to serve as interim coach for the upcoming season. But the conversation was brief. In it, he told me that he’d just finished interviewing a candidate all morning and that he wasn’t interested in hiring an interim. So that was that. But a month went by, and the Autumn season was only three weeks away, and one morning I revisited the school’s website to learn that the position still hadn’t been filled. So I said a quick prayer and sent a final text to Mike before leaving for work. And guess what? That very same moment Mike was picking up the phone to call me!
Friend, I want to learn to pray like Isaac here. Not with head down and eyes closed as it were, but with head up and eyes wide open: waiting—watching for God to move. Because He will.