It's sad

A friend of mine recently attempted to make a simple trip to the grocery store. As she wheeled her tolley into the shop, her baby started crying.
“I know that cry, Christy. When she cried like that I know she will be inconsolable and it will be a long day. I just picked her up and took her home. I wasn’t going to shop with a baby wailing all the way through the store.”
It wasn’t until 2 days later, as she went looking for her purse did she realize that the baby was the only thing she’d taken from the trolley.
Of course she was frantic. She grabbed the baby, loaded her up into the car and started out of the driveway when she heard the holy spirit speaking to her.
You are doing this in your own strength. You need to stop and ask me for help.

She immediately stopped and prayed of peace, and guidance.

Then there was a tap on her window. It was a confused looking neighbor.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m praying.”

“Praying?”

She gave the neighbor the 30 second version.

“Oh my gosh! You need to hurry! You need to get to the shop,-”

“This purse has been gone for 2 days. Rushing there in 5 minutes is not going to find this purse. Prayer will.”

The neighbor looked at her like she was batty.

My friend drove off, and to the neighbors surprise was home within 5 minutes, purse in hand.

Some one had found it that day, and returned it to the manager with everything still inside.

“See? Prayer works.”

“Jesus hears your prayers, he doesn’t hear mine”

Her neighbor’s response breaks my heart.

How many people around us feel that way? That Jesus doesn’t hear their prayers or care about them because they: don’t go to church, smoke cigarettes, drink, cuss, live with their girlfriend, play the lotto, have a child out of wedlock, or any of the other disqualifiers they concoct in their minds.