101: Just Ask

101: Just Ask

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Thanks to My Mom

Just Ask

Sometimes the answer to our prayers is to become the answer to someone else’s prayers.

~Robert Brault

It was late summer and my parents were out of town. They lived next door to my ninety-three-year-old grandmother, so I thought I’d call to check on her. After three hip replacements, both of her hips were, at that time, out of socket. She was too old for the surgery to fix them. Her entire independence and mobility was based on a walker. Macular degeneration had taken her eyesight too, and arthritis had taken most of the use of her hands.

Grandmother was happy for the call. She told me about my aunt and uncle’s kayaking trip, my cousin Clark’s newest musical debut, my cousin Jordan’s latest funny stories from preschool and the new steeple on the church. After catching up on all the latest family happenings, Grandmother told me my mom had been reading her my blog and my devotions. She shared how proud she was.

I had just gotten my start as a writer and was writing devotions for a mommy blog. When she mentioned my writing, I remembered a prayer request I had. I knew my grandmother was a prayer warrior and would pray about anything I asked her.

I wanted to attend a Christian writer’s conference in Glorieta, New Mexico. I live in Georgia and had two young children at the time, so I wasn’t sure about leaving them. To be honest, I was also afraid to fly, not to mention the cost of the conference, the flight, the hotel and my food.

I told Grandmother I had something I wanted her to pray about and gave her the details of the conference. I knew it would be a great opportunity but wasn’t sure about the funds and leaving my family. As soon as I paused, Grandmother said, “I’ll pay for you.”

Thinking my grandmother must not have heard correctly my request to pray, I said, “No, no, Grandmother. I didn’t ask you to pay for it. I want you to pray for it. Now just listen,” I explained to her. In a matter of minutes, I detailed the whole story of what God had been doing in my life. Grandmother waited until I was completely finished talking. Then she said, “I heard you the first time. I will pray for you, but I will also pay for you.” I tried again telling her no, but her next words stopped me.

“Carol, every morning I get up and say ‘Lord, let me be useful to somebody today.’ My eyes don’t work any more. My legs don’t work. My hands only work part of the time. This morning I got up the same as always, and said, ‘Use me, Lord,’ and then you called. I knew after listening to you talk, that today God had answered both of our prayers. He is doing a good work in you, and by allowing me to pay you are allowing me to be blessed too. I want to have a part in God’s plan for you.”

By the time she finished, I couldn’t speak. My throat closed, my eyes were watery, and my heart was full. Finally, I managed, “I am so overwhelmed, Grandmother. God is so good.”

God answered my grandmother’s prayer that day. He used a ninety-three-year-old woman close to the end of her life to help me realize my dreams. He used her to pay for my conference and see me get published in many places, but most of all He used her to teach me a valuable lesson. You are never too old to be used by God. No matter what you think you have or don’t have to offer, God can use you. You just have to ask.

~Carol Hatcher

You are currently enjoying a preview of this book.

Sign up here to get a Chicken Soup for the Soul story emailed to you every day for free!

Please note: Our premium story access has been discontinued (see more info).

view counter

More stories from our partners