Something I love about God is His unpredictability, His surprises, doing what we least expect. “He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger” and He meets those needs/pleas/by-gone prayers in His own secret way. This is my favourite Christmas poem, but it’s beautiful at any time of the year:
That Holy Thing
They all were looking for a king
To slay their foes, and lift them high:
Thou cam’st a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.
O Son of Man, to right my lot
Naught but Thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea Thy sail.
My how or when Thou wilt not heed,
But come down Thine own secret stair,
That Thou mayst answer all my need,
Yea, every by-gone prayer.