It's past four in the morning. I'm at work... I have an itch to blog. Or, do anything for that matter that will keep me awake! As I sit here and puzzle over what to write about, I'm struck with all sorts of things. I could write about my political convictions, what I'm learning as a mom, what our Team is up to (which, I actually did, and you can check it out under the Ministry tab), or what the Lord is teaching me. I struck a chord on that last one. So, I puzzled some more and all I could recount were times of the Lord's faithfulness. Over, and over, he has been overwhelmingly faithful to my family.
We've been in a season of experience. Experiencing the Lord's kindness. Sometimes it is abrupt, sometimes it is slow in the coming.
The first episode of this never ending story had to do with our car. If you're all over facebook, you've probably heard about this. I was commuting for work (a lot lately, yuck!) on this particular day. I was just driving along, paying just the amount of attention to the road to avoid an accident. I was just taking off from a stoplight and I clearly felt the Lord prompt me to pray over the car for safety. I was a little baffled because there was nothing seriously wrong with the car that we knew of. In my perplexed state, I was obedient and began to pray over the car and myself; asking for the Lord's faithful protection and his angels to keep me safe and steady. I covered Jon and the boys, just in case there was an incident some other day. Having done that, I carried on - not giving it a second thought. When I had nearly arrived at my destination, I was at a stop light yet again. It had been a looooong drive and I stretched my legs a little, pressing just a little extra on the brake. It popped. I knew what that meant. I could squish the brake peddle all the way to the floor. It meant the brake line(s) had popped. In other words, I had no brakes. Praise the Lord this had happened at a stop light when I was already stopped!!! I proceeded to gently drive and coast everywhere else I needed to go. I called Jon once I arrived and he arranged for a tow and mechanic to look at the car. Apparently the whole strut system fell apart once they put the car on a lift. They also discovered that the frame was on the verge of rusting completely through, and one brake line had broken and the others were about to go as well. WHOA! I had a very potentially nasty breakdown that never happened because of the Lord's faithfulness!
It reminds me of yet another time- with the same car- when God very demonstratively protected my friends and I. We were on a trip out west to Colorado. In the middle of no-wheres-ville (or, Nebraska as some call it) the RPM's on the car dropped and we had no power. The engine started smoking and making crackling noises. I told the other girls to grab their purses and get the heck out of that car! I called my dad and wouldn't you know it? He told me to get right back in! He went through all the checks to see if the car would drive in 3rd gear... how fast could we go, etc... After a series of conversations we were told to keep driving to Colorado, in 3rd gear, at 60 mph. We were told we would get roughly 15-17 mpg's. NOT great. We would make it to my grandparent's house... but it would be late. Very late. Well, okay then. We kept trucking down the road. I began to pray for the next 45 minutes. As soon as I asked for peace, instantly I saw 5 angels on our car! I was blown away and overwhelmed with an incredible peace! So, I got up some guts and boldly asked the Lord if he would supply the rest of our trip on only one tank of gas. Because I wasn't sure how the car was working, I made sure to fill up when we got between 1/2 and 1/4 tank of gas. Myself and my friends who were both German medical students calculated our fuel economy. Wouldn't you believe it?! We got 38 miles to the gallon!!!! That is the best that car has ever gotten. Encouraged we pressed on to our destination. As soon as I pulled off the interstate the steering wheel began to shake violently from side to side. It did this until we pulled into the drive way of my grandparent's home. We arrived safe and sound. Over the course of the next 7 days we discovered that the entire transmission had blown and that the wheels had threads sticking through and separating. In the words of the mechanic, our front tires should have blown out and we would have probably been in a horrible accident. YET AGAIN, because of the Lord's faithfulness we were spared.
Although that last recount was in the past, there is so much more to tell of the goings on in the recent history. This season has been intense in the best way possible! We are so thankful and joyful of the Lord's work in our lives!!!
We've been in a season of experience. Experiencing the Lord's kindness. Sometimes it is abrupt, sometimes it is slow in the coming.
The first episode of this never ending story had to do with our car. If you're all over facebook, you've probably heard about this. I was commuting for work (a lot lately, yuck!) on this particular day. I was just driving along, paying just the amount of attention to the road to avoid an accident. I was just taking off from a stoplight and I clearly felt the Lord prompt me to pray over the car for safety. I was a little baffled because there was nothing seriously wrong with the car that we knew of. In my perplexed state, I was obedient and began to pray over the car and myself; asking for the Lord's faithful protection and his angels to keep me safe and steady. I covered Jon and the boys, just in case there was an incident some other day. Having done that, I carried on - not giving it a second thought. When I had nearly arrived at my destination, I was at a stop light yet again. It had been a looooong drive and I stretched my legs a little, pressing just a little extra on the brake. It popped. I knew what that meant. I could squish the brake peddle all the way to the floor. It meant the brake line(s) had popped. In other words, I had no brakes. Praise the Lord this had happened at a stop light when I was already stopped!!! I proceeded to gently drive and coast everywhere else I needed to go. I called Jon once I arrived and he arranged for a tow and mechanic to look at the car. Apparently the whole strut system fell apart once they put the car on a lift. They also discovered that the frame was on the verge of rusting completely through, and one brake line had broken and the others were about to go as well. WHOA! I had a very potentially nasty breakdown that never happened because of the Lord's faithfulness!
It reminds me of yet another time- with the same car- when God very demonstratively protected my friends and I. We were on a trip out west to Colorado. In the middle of no-wheres-ville (or, Nebraska as some call it) the RPM's on the car dropped and we had no power. The engine started smoking and making crackling noises. I told the other girls to grab their purses and get the heck out of that car! I called my dad and wouldn't you know it? He told me to get right back in! He went through all the checks to see if the car would drive in 3rd gear... how fast could we go, etc... After a series of conversations we were told to keep driving to Colorado, in 3rd gear, at 60 mph. We were told we would get roughly 15-17 mpg's. NOT great. We would make it to my grandparent's house... but it would be late. Very late. Well, okay then. We kept trucking down the road. I began to pray for the next 45 minutes. As soon as I asked for peace, instantly I saw 5 angels on our car! I was blown away and overwhelmed with an incredible peace! So, I got up some guts and boldly asked the Lord if he would supply the rest of our trip on only one tank of gas. Because I wasn't sure how the car was working, I made sure to fill up when we got between 1/2 and 1/4 tank of gas. Myself and my friends who were both German medical students calculated our fuel economy. Wouldn't you believe it?! We got 38 miles to the gallon!!!! That is the best that car has ever gotten. Encouraged we pressed on to our destination. As soon as I pulled off the interstate the steering wheel began to shake violently from side to side. It did this until we pulled into the drive way of my grandparent's home. We arrived safe and sound. Over the course of the next 7 days we discovered that the entire transmission had blown and that the wheels had threads sticking through and separating. In the words of the mechanic, our front tires should have blown out and we would have probably been in a horrible accident. YET AGAIN, because of the Lord's faithfulness we were spared.
Although that last recount was in the past, there is so much more to tell of the goings on in the recent history. This season has been intense in the best way possible! We are so thankful and joyful of the Lord's work in our lives!!!

