“They’ll hire some young college grad,” Dave told me. “Not an old guy like me.” I’d never seen my husband so discouraged. He’d been doing great work as a field applicator for a farming co-op for 10 years, but when a higher position opened up, the company said they were looking to make an outside hire.
After a few weeks of searching they finally let him take a skill test to be considered. Dave felt sure he’d passed, but didn’t think it would change their minds.
“If it’s meant to be, God will open the door,” I told him. “All we can do is pray.”
The next day, we came home from running errands to the sound of the phone ringing. I was wrestling off my wet boots, so I asked Dave to get it. He usually lets calls go to voice mail, but I’d been expecting a call from the phone company and I didn’t want to miss it. Unfortunately, Dave didn’t pick up in time.
“Who was it?” I asked.
“Fervent Prayer,” Dave answered.
“Fervent what?”
“The caller ID says Fervent Prayer!”
That’s crazy, I thought, and took a look. Dave wasn’t kidding. Fervent Prayer, clear as day on the tiny caller-ID screen.
I dialed the phone company. They had just called. The woman couldn’t explain the message on our caller ID. It didn’t pop up when she called again later.
“How often do you answer the phone?” I asked Dave. “Maybe God’s trying to tell you something.”
The next few days, we prayed fervently, all right, every second we got, just like the caller ID said. And two weeks later, Dave’s boss offered him the promotion.
