The storm warnings were fierce. A hurricane was about to hit the city and it was predicted to demolish it within a matter of minutes.
Black clouds and lightening storms had already begun to persuade nature’s fury. Everyone within miles of the storm were warned. They began a mass exodus.
The storm came pounding down, uprooting trees, structures and slapping everything back and forth.
A man was stuck in his house watching people go by. The flood water in his house was rising rapidly as he stared out of the window.
A neighbor saw him and offered him a ride on his wagon. The man responded, “I'm waiting for God.”
So the neighbor left. Minutes later, the waters were rising higher in the man’s house.
Another neighbor went past on a camel. He offered the man a ride to safety. “No I'm waiting for God to save me,” the helpless man said.
Now the waters had risen very high and the man was standing on his roof still waiting for God.
Another man came by in a boat, saw the man in despair and told him to come aboard. The defenseless man still refused and shouted, “I'm waiting for God!”
Moments later the waters rose even higher and the man drowned. When he got to Heaven, he was angry. He demanded to see God immediately.
When his turn came, he asked God, “Why didn't you save me?” God said. “I sent someone to save you three times and you refused, what else could I do?”
When we ask for God’s help, it may not come in the form that we expect, but it comes nevertheless.
The storms of life speak to us if we listen.
The next time you ask, make sure you really want it or it may pass you by.