Five years ago my father died after a long illness and went home to be with the lord. At his funeral I met a cousin I had not seen since we were boys, fifty years ago. You know how you do when you see someone you were once close too.
"Give me your phone number, here take down my number."
My wife and I had owned a ranch in east Texas. We sold all of the cattle and equipment and moved to a large city. Part of our ranch was on four hundred acres of leased land. We had several large bales of hay left in the field from the year before. The land owner asked me to make sure that it was removed.
I contacted a neighboring rancher and asked him if he could help me get rid of the old hay. We agreed to meet back at the ranch one morning a week after my father's funeral. Driving to the ranch my cell phone rang and you guessed it. It was my long lost cousin.
"I am over drawn at the bank," he said, "and if I don't get a thousand dollars today I'll have checks bouncing all over town."
I told him, "I am on the way to the ranch and I'll you, as soon as I got back." I really just needed some time to think about this. As soon as he hung up I thought of Gideon and his fleece. So I started to pray, "Dear God I don't know this man anymore, is he a drug addict, an alcoholics a gambler? Father, I don't know him but you do, please give me a sign telling me if I should give him the money he wants or not."
I thought how can God give me a sign, remembering Gideon's fleece, I prayed, "Father use the old hay, if Bud charges me to haul off the old hay I'll know that you do not want me to give that man the money. If he offers to buy the hay for any amount over $5.00 per bale I'll know that you want him to have the money."
Bud walked around the field and asked me how many bales I had?
I didn't know, so we counted them. Exactly one hundred bales. Then he asked me," how much do you want for the hay?"
I immediately thought, I made a deal with God just a few miles up the road, so I said, "Bud you're still in the cattle business, you tell me what it's worth to you and that's what I'll take."
He walked around the field for a few minutes looking at the bales, and then said, "I'll give you $10.00 a bale. Is it Okay if I pick them up Saturday?"
Do the math I had one hundred bales and he was going to pay $10.00 per bale. I raced home and told my wife. "I need a check for $1,000.00," then told her the story and she immediately agreed that we should take the money to my cousin.
When I delivered the check to him, my cousin that I only had seen once in fifty years, said,"Oh thank you. I don't know when I'll be able to pay you back."
I told him about my prayer, and then said, "I made my deal with God, if you repay me or don't repay me that's between you and God." I am not concerned because, I know I have witnessed God's direct answer to an urgent prayer.