God's Time. by: Nathan Kaspar 17 December. Prayers are answered in God's time. Sometimes, it seems like he is waiting forever, just to test our faith. Sometimes, he is on speed-dial. Last night, I hit 911 and the lord was right on time. As you can guess, this is a very stressful time for us. We know that there are going to be good days and bad days, but last night Cole's weight loss and his refusal to eat was really worrying me. I got on my knees and prayed and cried for Jesus to come and restore Cole's desire for food. After about half an hour of prayer, I got in bed next to Cole and we went to sleep. Cole slept well, but an hour into my rest, I had to take a lecture. It felt like someone had stood over me and shoved me in the back with both hands. Then a voice, as clear as if he was standing at the foot of my be said, "Have you not read where I fed 5000 with only 5 loaves and 3 fish? Don't you think I know how to nourish a 2 year old boy?" I knew right away that the prayer would be answered, and I felt better and slept well the rest of the night. Right at 7:30, Cole sits up and the first thing he says is "Eat". I fly out of bed, get dressed and we run downstairs for breakfast. Cole ate a whole bowl of fruit loops, and we came back to the room and got ready for Church. At Sunday school, he discovered a jug of animal crackers but there were only about 10 left, and some broken pieces. He ate all of the whole crackers, and that was it. Even though he wanted more, the jug was empty. That bummed me out, because any time he is eating, it's best to keep the momentum going until he is full. Then from nowhere, one of the Sunday school teachers shows up with a giant zip lock bag of animal crackers. The mutiplication of animal crackers made the dream from the night before complete. Cole kept on eating. After church, one of the pastors took us out to eat, and Cole had a plate of noodles and french fries. We came home and he ate some more crackers, and we went outside to the playground and he was climbing and sliding and happy and excited. Cole had a bottle of bubbles, so he blew bubbles for about half an hour and we had a great time. We came back up, and Cole had a snack of cashews and finally took a nap. He woke up around 7:00, had his medacine, and then ate a bite of pizza and had some coke and a big drink of whole milk. He is going to sleep now. James 1:3-4 âKnowing this, that the trying of your faith works patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that you may be perfect and entire, wanting nothingâ I suffer with poor patience. This is a personality trait that has had helped me greatly over the years, but it can sometimes make me tough to deal with. I want things done right, and done right now. I love my son more than anything in the world and I want him healthy, and I want him healthy now. All of the things that caused me stress prior to health of my child coming into question don't come close to the dispair caused by this illness. Giving it over to God is the a comforting step, but it is not a magic step. I still am a man who wants his son healthy, and my patience wears on me. I know that god has his plan, and my son will recover. I just have to find my patience. Cole is in Jesus' hands. Thank you all for the prayers, and keep them coming. God hears you, and they are being answered every day.