Father, empty me of myself so I can be filled with you. Keep sending the hurting to me, because I will lift them up in Your Name. Don't let me pass up one single gift that you are showing me because I am too busy with life. And please, don't let me lose my witness because of less than perfect life circumstances.
Today I had to get out of my normal classroom routine so that I could report to my home office in Plumerville and sign my contract for next year. Praise God, I can help support my family for another year. On my way back, I was about three blocks away from the school when the unexpected happened. I headed into the middle of a busy intersection (Dave Ward and Donaghey for you locals) with the green arrow leading me on when a distracted driver who thought she could defy the laws of physics came face to face with me, her car no match for my mid-sized SUV. I literally had a "Jesus take the wheel" moment when I realized that there wasn't anything else I could do but just hold both of my feet pressed to the brake, close my eyes, and brace for impact.
But the impact never came.
The lady was driving a car comparable to a smart car (size wise) and before I closed my eyes and I uttered the name "Jesus" I had a vision of this lady laying on the hood of my car. When I opened my eyes, she and I locked eyes and the tears welled up in her eyes fast as my mouth formed the words "Are you ok?" to her. We both reversed our cars at the same time and I kept waiting for that moment to come when the two vehicles that had impacted would suddenly unlock from one another, but that moment never came. Pedestrians on the left and right were frozen solid until we eventually left the scene of the would-be accident.
I arrived back in the classroom with a cold sweat slowly forming in the back of my hair and within a couple of minutes was whisked outside for recess time. Still trying to regain composure and not having told a soul about what had just happened, the sweet sound of an unknown child's voice approached; she was from a different classroom but shares a playground with us sometimes during one of our recesses.
Paul and Silas praised you from prison; Job praised you after every single thing (including his family) was taken from him: Sarah will praise you in spite of sick kids, an injured husband, and an un-diagnosed sinus infection.
Today I had to get out of my normal classroom routine so that I could report to my home office in Plumerville and sign my contract for next year. Praise God, I can help support my family for another year. On my way back, I was about three blocks away from the school when the unexpected happened. I headed into the middle of a busy intersection (Dave Ward and Donaghey for you locals) with the green arrow leading me on when a distracted driver who thought she could defy the laws of physics came face to face with me, her car no match for my mid-sized SUV. I literally had a "Jesus take the wheel" moment when I realized that there wasn't anything else I could do but just hold both of my feet pressed to the brake, close my eyes, and brace for impact.
But the impact never came.
The lady was driving a car comparable to a smart car (size wise) and before I closed my eyes and I uttered the name "Jesus" I had a vision of this lady laying on the hood of my car. When I opened my eyes, she and I locked eyes and the tears welled up in her eyes fast as my mouth formed the words "Are you ok?" to her. We both reversed our cars at the same time and I kept waiting for that moment to come when the two vehicles that had impacted would suddenly unlock from one another, but that moment never came. Pedestrians on the left and right were frozen solid until we eventually left the scene of the would-be accident.
I arrived back in the classroom with a cold sweat slowly forming in the back of my hair and within a couple of minutes was whisked outside for recess time. Still trying to regain composure and not having told a soul about what had just happened, the sweet sound of an unknown child's voice approached; she was from a different classroom but shares a playground with us sometimes during one of our recesses.
She reached up and pointed at my necklace and said, "I know what that is; it means that Jesus was with you."The tears filled my eyes as I realized that I was receiving a message from my Abba Father, the one who had delivered me from the potential wreckage that could have changed how this day ended, for me or the other driver.Jesus was there and He was using this sweet angel to let me know it. I thank God for His intercession and that even on the days that I allow life circumstances to affect my outward projection of anything other than love, He extends grace and somehow lets me know that I am His, grumpy or not.
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