My friend Shea called me and asked, “Why do you refer to your husband as Mr. Robinson? Is that a joke?”
Although I, briefly, at times have used his first name, I typically try to refrain from using his name on this blog. I don’t want the internet universe to know what town we live in, what school my children attend, or my husband’s first name. With a first name and a city, our family is fair game for any dilluted individual in cyberspace. Now a days, you type this information in and not only does your address pop up on the screen, but click on the link and you have youself a map to the location!
In fact an old college of my Mom’s was able to get in touch with her last year- using a search engine which took her to my blog. From there she was able to read and find information which allowed her to use a couple more search strings to find my Mom.
I have since removed this blog from all search engines and make a consorted effort not to post photos of other children, or photos of the children’s crest on their uniform.
So yes, Mr. Robinson it is!
Last week Mr. Robinson asked me, out of the blue, if I was still “praying for him”. He was referring to the book Power of a Praying Wife by Stormie Omartian. I read the book about a year ago, and for a while was very consistent in applying those prayers to my husband’s life.
I hesitantly admitted that no, I had not prayed those specifics prayers for him for some time. We changed the subject and probably started to do paper, scissor rocks over whose turn it was to bathe children.
To be honest, I do not consistently read my Bible at night lately. I used to read a chapter a night, but like most moms, house work, my job, children, homework, cooking, carpooling, and cleaning demand constant attention. God on the other hand, does not demand anything. So to the backseat He goes.
About 5 nights ago, Mr. Robinson was fast asleep as were the girls. I decided to find my notebook where I had recorded the 30 prayers of a praying wife. I read and prayed each of those 30 prayers.
Here are just a few of them:
As I was out and about this afternoon with the girls, Mr. Robinson calls my cell phone. He says that a client just referred another client to him. The kind of customer who can directly impact his business therefore our livelyhood. No names were mentioned, as well, he cannot release names. Nor does it matter. What does matter, is the circumstances and timeline of how it all took place.
Just last month, Mr. Robinson had made the comment that with this economy, referrals would be even more imperative and appreciated, and how unfortunate it was that individuals rarely referred others to him.
Even though they are happy with Mike’s financial services. Same reason I don’t read the bible every day- it’s not that they don’t like Mr. Robinson, in fact he is good at what he does and their portfolios consistently increase in value. Nonetheless, who sits around thinking… ‘Hmm, who can I refer to Mr. Robinson today?’ We are all busy in our own lives. That is life.
But given the timeline of this comment, this prayer, and this answer.. it was yet another lovingly nudge from our Father telling us, A hum- I bet you’ve missed me now!
It’s not just a bumper sticker.
Prayer really does work.