Isn’t it so much fun when crazy things happen to us? NOT!
I was definitely not feeling “happy” Tuesday night when I busted a tire and had to pull over. And then sit and wait for help to come. And then scramble to find a tool that was not in the car. And then having to call for different help – and to be told I would have to sit for about 2 hours, waiting. In the middle of an empty parking lot. As the time crept past 10:00pm and kept going closer to midnight. Trying to keep my very tired eyes open and my very active thoughts somewhat calm.
And I could have panicked. I could have verbally berated myself for causing the problem. I could have sat and cried from the combination of frustration and exhaustion.
But instead I sat and waited. Praying for people who came to mind. Praying for my peace of mind. Planning out my day the next morning.
Of course I knew why I was sitting there, unable to go home. But I wondered about the purpose – what divine lesson was playing out? And would I ever get the blessing of finding out what it was?
Well, to my extreme delight and complete surprise, I did find out. Only 9 hours later. And it was the biggest blessing of all that happened in that 24 hour period.
See, I had been safe and never once worried about my safety. Everyone I spoke with made sure I was well taken care of and in no immediate danger. The roadside assistance people kept me in the loop about when help should arrive and what I could approximately expect to pay. The dispatcher for the tow truck told me to go home and rest because of the lateness of the hour – after I spent an hour waiting and would have spent another 2 more before it arrived. I made it home safely and got the bonus of having a nice conversation with the Uber driver on my way home. I got to sleep in my own bed. My car was delivered to Firestone without issue, and they texted me with pictures to confirm. Firestone made me their first priority the next morning, and everything was fixed within two hours of opening – and at minimal cost (thank you tire protection).
All blessings, when I think about what could have happened. But all of these combined don’t add up to anything compared to the biggest blessing of them all. The real reason for all my woes. Her name is Miss Bea.
Miss Bea is the part-time Uber driver who picked me up Wednesday morning to take me to my repaired car. God purposely put me in her path. Because she was driving before one of her part time jobs to make money to support herself, her daughter, and her granddaughter. I asked her about her beautiful accent and found out she is originally from Nigeria and has been here for 23 years. God recently moved her to Woodstock. And Miss Bea is looking for a church home in this new area of town. I happen to love talking about my church, so I told her about the church and the pastor – and how friendly everyone is and how God makes all people feel welcome there. Then I find out she has been curious about this church for a while, because one of her jobs is across the street at the new Costco! So she has seen the church each time she goes to this job, and she has been wondering if she should attend.
And we both realized very quickly how God was working.
Because Miss Bea wants to get connected in the area so she can get closer to God in corporate worship. And she has been praying – for her future jobs (hoping to condense from 3-4 to 2), her family (she is taking care of her daughter and granddaughter), her finances, and her faith.
So God had me tear up my tire Tuesday night so I would need a ride Wednesday morning. And He sent Miss Bea, who was an Uber driver in the area driving before work, to pick me up. How would we have met otherwise? How would I have told her about the church she has been wanting to visit? How would I have given her my phone number to call me? How would she know who I was when she excitedly said she would be there Sunday?
I am hoping to hear from her, confirming that she will in fact be there Sunday. I hope she finds herself right where God wants her to be and can get planted – with her family.
No matter what, I pray that God meets her right at her greatest needs. That He provides a more stable and better paying employment opportunity for her. That He continues to bless her with great Uber riders who tip well. That He helps her settle into her new life and eventually into a new home. That He surrounds her with grace to lead her family well. That He continues to show her the beauty and benefits of holding onto hope and faith.
So what I thought was a careless and inconvenient accident turned into an amazing divine appointment. And I am still sitting in complete amazement that God orchestrated everything so I could part of His plans.
And I hope I am always available to His purposes in the future.
Thank You for loving me no matter how crazy I speak, think, and act. Thank You for keeping me safe during times of trouble. Help me to calm and quiet any crazy thoughts and out of control words – so I can focus on You and the plans You are bringing to pass. Help me remember the blessing of Miss Bea – and how there is a blessing at the end of each trial. In Jesus’ all-mighty name. AMEN!
Marie Fremin. 9/20/18