We are blessed to have Rachel stop by from time-to-time to make comments here at the Spiritual Oasis. My relationship with her is different from what I share with most of you, because she is a member of the church where I serve as the senior minister. She is truly devoted follower of Jesus. She loves her family with the love of the Lord and I’m glad to say that she is an excellent Bible class teacher.
A few days ago, under the subject of “It Really Is All in God’s Hands”, she sent me an email describing a traumatic experience she had gone through. I asked her if she would mind if I shared it here. She graciously consented.
I wanted to share this story because I believe it speaks to something that is, in my estimation, very important in our lives. Some people call this the providential working of God, others think of such things as the consequence of walking in step with the Holy Spirit. I think of the times in which we tangibly experience the presence of God in our lives as God sightings.
After you’ve had a chance to look at this, we’d like to know if you’ve had any God sightings in your life lately. If so, we would love for you to share them with us. It seems to me like this could be a great way to bless and encourage one another in kingdom living.
Here is Rachel’s email:
Yesterday afternoon, I was driving home from work, and I decided to return a library book that I had in my car. As I approached the left turning lane for the library in Hockessin, my car was struck by a rock on the driver side with a force that rattled my nerves. I looked quickly in the direction it had come from to see several boys looking at me, and then they took off running as they realized that I knew that they had thrown the rock.
I pulled in calmly, returned my book in the book drop, and called the police. The boys were all hiding on the side of the library as they were unsure of my intentions, but at one point, they came around the corner, realized I was on the phone, and took off through the adjacent park. Little did they realize that I had been purposely sitting calmly so as to take mental photographs of each one of them, and I was able to give their descriptions to the police dispatch.
After I was told the police would be out, I walked towards the park to see if they were still hanging out, and I was told by a woman in the park that 6 or 7 very nervous boys were talking excitedly and ran into one of the houses adjacent to the park. The woman was even kind enough to mention that the boy in the orange shirt lived in that house.
Obviously, God is in every situation, but in the next 5 minutes, He really showed Himself to me. A woman pulled into the library parking lot in a minivan, and she was looking into the park. At this point, I was on my cell phone with Ed, and two of the boys ventured back to the edge of the little bridge that connects the park to the library parking lot to see if I was gone. Well, again, they turned tail and ran, and I hollered to Ed in the phone…”they just came back and took off again.”
Well, the woman in the van heard me on the phone and came over and asked me what happened. I explained, and she took off into the park calling out a name of one of the boys. She came back a few minutes later after not catching up with them, gave me her name and address, and said she was going to get the boys and be right back.
Amazingly, she knew all of them, and one of them was her own son. I had thought they ran because they saw me when they came back that second time, but it had been because the one boy saw his mother, who just happened to be checking on the boys since she knew they were hanging out at the park.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later, she showed back up with 4 boys in tow. The other two had already gone home with their parents, but she knew their names, and I identified what they were wearing and it was confirmed by the boys. The boys that were with her were easily identified, and they admitted they threw the rock and heard it hit my car. The mother of the one boy who had retrieved all of them gave me her name and information and told me that they would all make restitution.
She and the boys stayed and waited with me for the police. The police showed up an hour later, and had a stern talk with the boys about the potential accident they could have caused me had I been alarmed by the rock hitting my car and driven into oncoming traffic. He then told me that I could press charges and have them arrested on the spot for criminal mischief.
At that point, Ed was there as well, and we discussed it and opted not to press charges, as the mother was willing to go the lengths she did as well as express her willingness to pay for the damages. We felt that the Lord had intervened and given us more than we could have asked for, and this may present an opportunity for us to witness to these boys and this family.
Have you had similar experiences? If you would be willing to share them, I’m sure they would be a blessing to many.
Blessings to all,