Peace. It’s something I had been looking for my entire life. Until I found the Lord, my life contained anything but peace…. And even today, there are times I look in the mirror and am not happy. There are times I’m ashamed of the woman I see staring back at me. The life I’ve led up until several years ago was not the life I thought I would have. I never felt good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, athletic enough, caring enough, kind enough… And at the same time I felt too aggressive, too needy, too shameful, too clingy, too controlling, too pitiful… Something was always missing. So, to fill the void, I turned to men and material things. But I was never happy. Never satisfied. That void inside my heart grew bigger and deeper the harder I tried. The harder I tried, the more shame I felt. Fast forward to today… My life isn’t all butterflies and rainbows, but that’s okay. I know God has my back. And I know that my church family has my back, too. So, what finally stopped the cycle? God. I had finally opened myself to God. Instead of slamming the door shut in God’s face, I had finally FINALLY accepted his invitation to begin a relationship with Him. A real honest to goodness relationship with Him. My way of life had always centered around me…it was all about doing what I wanted when I wanted to make myself feel better. Instead of feeling better, all I was doing was diving deeper and deeper into sin and further and further away from God. I finally began to find peace when I shifted my focus from myself to God. I became cognizant, I mean really biblically cognizant, of right and wrong. I began choosing to be happy and looking at the positive side of things. I chose to go back to some of those I wronged and apologized. I started walking the walk He had planned for me.
I can see that God is working through me and in me…. He knows where my heart is and how I long to help other women like myself pull themselves up from where ever they used to be and shine in his glory. I pray that everyone can feel and experience the relief and joy of relinquishing control to God. Getting connected, serving, giving back… Because it’s not about us. It’s about God. Once we intentionally give control…complete control…to God is when we find and are filled with His spirit.
A few weeks ago, I decided to give my daughter and son-in-law my car. I left work early to pick up my new car and finalize everything which would enable them to take my old car. All of my plans changed right before Exit 26 on I75N. I drove along on I75 North, from work, with my speed control set at 70 mph while enjoying a private Jermey Camp concert sponsored by Spotify. I wasn’t even half way home when I felt this weird push. I wasn’t sure what was happening. I looked over to my right and found a man driving a grey/silver vehicle staring directly at me. His car was pointing directly at me vs driving straight down the expressway. He was spinning out of control and I was eerily calm. There was one moment when I sensed I wasn’t going to make it and I thought “Oh God, help me. I’m not ready to die.” After that moment, the other driver spun, literally spun, away from me and off of the expressway into the ditch. I somehow pulled over onto the shoulder. When I got out of my car, a calmness fell over me. Either that or I told myself to get it together. Possibly a combination of the two. I wasn’t crying. I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t anything…other than okay. I was okay. I don’t even have words to explain it. I wanted to cry. I tried to cry. I couldn’t cry. I was completely calm. So weird. Any who, I digress… Another car had pulled over behind me and one in front of me, so I got out of my car and headed back towards the car which hit me and was somewhere in the ditch. I had no idea what was going to happen or what I was walking towards, but back I went. Only when I was walking did I think about calling 911. So back to my car I went. My phone was still connected to the USB…. I grabbed it, tried to unlock it while quickly walking back to the other driver who’s condition was unknown. I came upon the SUV which pulled over and saw/confirmed that the woman was on the phone with 911. I stopped fumbling with my phone and on I went, back towards the other vehicle. Before I knew it there were four people on the side of the expressway I was walking towards. I asked how the driver was and the tallest young man said that he was driving. I asked if he was okay and he said he wasn’t. I looked him up an down and he had some, what looked like brush scratches on his calves and his socks were wet. He had on some what I call shower sandals and had walked out of a ditch, so those scratches were to be expected. Other than that, he appeared okay. I asked again if he was alright and he said no. At this point, I’m thoroughly confused. The other driver didn’t know he hit my car. How could this be? Then he states he’s been drinking and that he’s in trouble. Without thinking I tell him he’s right. He says he’s gotta go and I tell him he’s not supposed to leave the scene of an accident. But off he goes running up the on ramp of Exit 26. The car that stopped in front of me followed after the driver. The two women who stopped behind me, stayed. I thank them continuously throughout the remainder of this saga for staying. I call the Rockwood Police station to let them know the other driver ran off. They indicate that they will let the responding officer know. We wait. And wait. And wait for what seemed like an eternity. We hear sirens. Then we don’t. Several minutes later a Sherif SUV, a fire response unit and two fire trucks arrive. It’s me and two witnesses…the other couple left after the driver ran off. The Sheriff comes up to us and I start talking to him. I identify the man in the back of his SUV as the other driver. I supply the information he requests. He tells me I can leave. Hmmmm….that’s it? It was very anti-climatic. Two things for certain…. One, I will never come up on Exit 26 the same. And, two, I will never doubt the power of our Lord.
God meets us at the edge where Faith meets Fear. I’ve been at the edge recently and believe it or not, I truly did meet God there. He always shows up when we need Him. I know, I know…He is always with us…but sometimes it just doesn’t feel like it, if you know what I mean. A few weeks ago, I was talking with my daughter about their vehicle. I offered to help pay for some auto repairs they desperately needed. Come to find out that the repair center I found for themdeclined to fix their car. In all good conscience, they couldn’t given the trans is going and will likely fail within a year or less. Great (eye roll). And honestly great that the repair center had the integrity to let them know this and not take their money for the fixes they needed. Time to look for a used vehicle for them, right? So I helped them find some reliable used vehicles. I set up an appointment with my daughter to go look at them. The day of our excursion I began thinking…how are they going to pay for this used vehicle? Hmmm…. I text my daughter and tell her to inquire with her credit union. Given their current financial situation, they don’t qualify. I did the only thing I could do and I offered to give them my car. There was a lot of discussion and there were a lot of mixed emotions on both sides. My daughter finally accepted and said that she would talk to her husband. So began the search for a new car for myself. I found what I wanted and then I began looking for dealerships who had the vehicle I was in search of. I had no idea how I was going to afford a car payment. My salary is made up of base pay supplemented by profit-sharing. It seemed like I was going to have to reduce the money I put my 401(k), or stop investing entirely, to enable me to help them. To say that I was anxious about it was an understatement. This all happened over the course of one single weekend. Even though I appeared to have it all together for my daughter, I was silently freaking out. Monday morning came around and I began my drive into work. I turned on my podcast and listened. And what I heard… It more than convicted me that I was doing the right thing. The podcast was on the book of James and this particular podcast was chapter four. When I heard James 4:17 everything became clear. I knew that I was making the right decision and that I was doing the right thing and that everything would work out. “If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn’t do it, it is sin for them.” James 4:17 NIV Everything would be okay. It had to be. I walked into the office and opened up my laptop. That’s when I saw an email in regards to an update to our salary plan. There was a video I needed to watch to be able to understand what was going to change. As I watched the video, sitting in my cube, I wanted to cry tears of joy. But I was at work, so I just sat there and silently thanked our Lord for such a wonderful miracle. I discovered that my base salary was going to increase a significant percentage and that the profit-sharing would balance out to equal the yearly salary I’d received in the past. This was my miracle!!! I had thought for sure that I was going to have to cancel contributing to my 401(k). I thought for sure that there was no way, without hurting my future financial well being, that that I would be able to afford a car payment. Little did I know that God was working out all things for my and my daughter’s family’s good. Next came the search for insurance. I contacted my current provider, heard their quote and did not like it. I began researching auto insurance companies and prices in the state of Michigan. I came across several articles and reviews, and then contacted the preferred carriers. I found insurance that would cover me for the exact same coverage I had on my current vehicle, for this new vehicle, which was half of what I was currently paying. Half! In addition to that, I had recently purchased a wireless security system and planned on canceling my monitoring system saving me even more money. There I was looking at a huge savings on insurance plus a savings on my security system which would cover almost half of the car payment that I now needed to make. The change in my salary plan covered more than the balance. What more could I ask for?! This was definitely the handiwork of our Lord. There is absolutely no other way that this could’ve happened at the exact time, at the exact moment and in the exact way that I needed it to happen. The way that I needed it to be able to help my daughter and her family. God is working. HE is ALWAYS working for our good. It’s when we step out in faith and into our fear that we meet Him. And when we meet Him and move beyond the edge…it’s when we witness miracles.
