“Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.” Philippians 4:6 KJV
“We should name him Nemo,” I teased as we lowered our little comet into the backyard pond. But then, there were those two cute dots at the base of his tail and two bigger dots on his tail fins.
“How about Duce?” my husband suggested.
“Perhaps Dos?” I countered.
And so, it was decided; his name would be Ducy-Dos. We were happy and so was our comet, but that changed the day of the accident. While we were cleaning the pond, Ducy-Dos tumbled into the housing of the pump. I kept the pump lid off, waiting to catch a glimpse of Ducy-Dos. I placed a net pondside, so I’d be able to take decisive action. I tempted our little comet to surface by enticing him with tasty snacks. I spent hours searching for Ducy-Dos. After three months of frequenting the pump housing, hoping to save our fish, I positioned the pump lid back into place.
“Honey, don’t give up so fast!” my husband encouraged.
“He’s not coming out of there,” I snapped, ” Unable to retrieve Ducy-Dos, I concluded our prized fish was dead.
“But we prayed…”
My husband’s words echoed in my soul like a soft hammer. “We prayed.” Sure, we had prayed three months ago, when the accident first happened. So why hadn’t I sighted our beloved fish on the first day we had prayed? I was convinced our prayer was too trivial for God’s ears. Why should he retrieve my fish when I should have been more careful?
But then, there was the lightning storm and subsequent power failure. When the pumps turned off, I raced to the edge of the pond to make sure they would start correctly when electricity was restored. Sitting in the rain, listening to the thunder, I thought about Ducy-Dos. If only he’d come back. No, that’s just impossible. No sense in bothering God about that one.
To my utter amazement, when the power came on and the pumps re-started, a big gulp of water, air, and algae came spouting into the air–and with it our beloved fish! Ducy-Dos landed splat into my open hands, which by reflex and surprise I grasped onto tightly.
“Ducy-Dos!” I cried, examining him as if he was a newborn babe. His color was a little faded, but other than that, he was perfectly unharmed. My husband and I renamed the comet Nemo and thanked God for this unusual answer to prayer.
God loves us and often answers even our seemingly trivial prayer requests.
This story is based on our comet, first named “Ducy-Dos” and re-named “Nemo.” He really did spout from the pump housing during the lightening storm and my husband really did say those words, “but we prayed.” I really did sit at the edge of the pump housing, trying to retrieve our fish.
Friends, never give up on something you’ve prayed about. God has a wonderful way of granting surprises because He is good, and He loves you. Make the decision to praise Him even when you’re experiencing the storms of life.
Published: August 2015: “The Vision” Magazine: Word Aflame: Pentecostal Publishing House: Hazelwood, MO: pentecostalpublishing.com
Copyright © 2015: All rights reserved: VineWords Stories and Devotions Inspired by the Vine: Author Diane Virginia Cunio; Pen Name, Diane Virginia: Where’s Nemo; www.vinewords.net
Where’s Nemo is a work of fiction based on real life events.