We often concern ourselves with things we cannot control. A nervous passenger on an ocean liner asked the captain what would happen if the ship hit an iceberg.
“Nothing,” said the captain. “The iceberg would keep on floating as if nothing happened.”
That great theologian Garth Brooks understood this when he wrote the song, Thank God for Unanswered Prayers. I can identify with that.
I remember the girl I had a crush on in high school. I prayed that she would marry me some day. It didn’t work out, and I was devastated. Then, a few years later, I saw her at a psych hospital. (No, I wasn’t a patient.) I barely recognized her, as 50 percent of her wasn’t there when I had seen her last. I bowed and prayed, “Thank you, Jesus, for unanswered prayers!”
Life is like a parade. We see what is in front of us. But God sees the whole parade.
Even the best head football coach wears a headset. That is so the other coaches up high in the press box, with a much better view of the whole field, can tell him what is really happening on the field.
So thank God for one of his greatest gifts: unanswered prayers.