A friend had gone to many interviews looking for a job. One day, after months of looking, she was again turned down. “If God had given me a job with a salary paying many thousands,” she commented, “we would have said, ‘Isn’t God good!’ But God is just as good when He asks me to wait.”

God gave Abraham a startling command. “Take your promised son and offer him in sacrifice!” So he bound Isaac with cords and laid him upon the altar. Just as Abraham raised his knife to kill his son, an authoritative voice from heaven said, “Do not lay a hand upon the boy.” Abraham looked and saw a ram caught by its horns. As a result of these events, Abraham called the name of that place Jehovah Jireh, “the Lord will provide” (Genesis 22:14).

When I was a little girl on the farm, the well that supplied our house with water frequently went dry, so my dad decided to have a new well dug. He prayed about the exact location of our new well, and when the well-drillers arrived, he announced that they were to drill about thirty feet east of our kitchen door.

Late one night I began to write a prayer for my son and especially prayed for his business. At the end of the prayer, I wrote, “I am satisfied if you are glorified”—something I often tell the Lord.

When Roy returned from breakfast, he discovered someone had stolen his battery operated razor and a bag of coffee he had just bought from the canteen.* It didn’t take much detective work to figure out who the culprit was, so Roy confronted him. He told him he wanted his razor back but he denied taking it. Roy looked at him hard. He knew he was lying and Roy was angry.

When Denise married Don, within months jealousy surfaced. She had no power to resist its grip. Envy was always tormenting her and threatening to destroy her marriage.

Nellie was well into her forties when she started to drink. It was a difficult time for her. She had family problems, worked at a demanding job, and had constant back pain.

Someone had offended my friend, and for three days she could not get past her irritation. She said, “I didn’t feel like talking to God or even hearing from Him. I was miserable feeling that way, but that is how it was. I was driving home from work when suddenly I looked at the license plate on the car in front of me. It said my name and then 4511. As soon as I got home, I looked up Psalm 45:11 and read, ‘The king is enthralled by your beauty.’ My heart melted before Him.”