Why is God Always Our Last Resort?

So why is God always our last resort? I mean when we have a problem why don’t we go to God first instead of last? For example if you’re sick the first thing you do is and take some medicine. Then if you still don’t get better you go to the doctor. Finally when you’re totally miserable you ask God to help you. So why not ask God first? After all he’s the one that made the blind see, the deaf hear, the lame walk, the dead live! Am I saying that you shouldn’t take medicine or see a doctor when you’re sick? No of course not! All I’m trying to say is that we should go to God first not last. I mean, why not pray and ask God to make the medicine do its thing or help the doctor know how to treat you.

Another example, this time a personal one. Several years ago on my birthday I got some money and when put together with some money I had been saving there was more than enough to buy a new bicycle. Now I had been wanting a new bike ever since my old bike got a flat tire several months ago. So when my mom asked me what I wanted to for my birthday I said I wanted to go to Wal-Mart and get a bike. So we went to Wal-Mart and when we got there I went back to look at the bikes. Since my birthday is only five days after Christmas there were a lot of bikes to choose from. I stood there probably 20 minutes and still couldn’t decide. Then I had an idea, I could pray and ask God to show me which one to buy. That thought was immediately followed by, “surly God doesn’t care about what bike I buy.” After some thought I decided that if God cared enough about me to know how many hairs were on head then maybe care cared about my current dilemma. So I decided to I would pray and ask god to show me what bike to buy, I mean it couldn’t hurt could it? So I looked round to make sure nobody was watching and then I prayed and asked God to help me decide. I ended my prayer quickly because I heard footsteps coming up behind me and I didn’t want to look silly standing there with my head bowed. When I looked up I saw a man standing on the other end of the row looking at the bicycles. I stood around for several minute waiting to see if God would help me. Then the man asked me if I much about bicycles and whether or not the one in front of him was a good one. I was actually able to answer him since I had been researching bicycles for several months now (if the fact that I had been researching bicycles for several months sounds strange remember that I’m also the same person that researched baseball caps over 3 mouths before buying one and have been researching flash drives for over a year now and still have bought one). As for the bike in front of him it was a nice bike in fact it was the I bike I like the best of the four I had been looking at. So I told him what I knew about the bike and then he left. Then I finished my prayer. A few minutes later the same man came back with a Wal-Mart employee. And after standing there a minute he told the employee he wanted to buy the bike he had been looking at. I wasn’t worried about the fact he going to buy the one I wanted because they had two of them. Then he said that he wanted to buy both of them! O well there were still the other three to chose from. But then he said he wanted the blue one too! So the guy and the employee leave with the two bicycles I liked best and the one I liked second best! Well when my astonishment left I went over to decide between the two left. After studying the two left, I noticed something I had missed before, one of them had a flat tire! About that time my mom came and asked if I was ready go. So I got the bike without the flat tire and went and checked out.

Why is it that we wait until we are in the darkest pit before we go to God for help? To be honest I don’t know, but what I do know is why God lets us go down in to those dark pits. It’s because sometimes he has to let us go so deep and dark that there is no other light left to follow but his.*

* Note: This was written several years ago but not published till now.