I want to tell you this story, because I think it illustrates God’s sovereignty, wisdom, and love. It was a time where he showed me that he is with me, that I am never alone. This is one of my more dramatic stories. Most of what I experience in my daily life with God more subtle. Most of His work in my life is behind the scenes, and sadly, I’m sure I miss noticing the majority of it. But this time, he chose to show his love in a way that I couldn’t miss.
I was thirteen and riding my bike around the state on a three-day tour with other kids from my church. I was younger than everyone else and one of the only girls. Because of this, I felt like I had something to prove. I was pushing myself hard, but after a morning of climbing some tough hills, I was behind everyone else.
One guy turned around and came back to ride with me so I wouldn’t be alone. We were on a mostly deserted stretch of highway in eastern Washington. Shortly after this guy joined me, a big semi truck came blazing around a corner, on a hill, oblivious to my presence. Since I was going downhill, I was moving very fast. The shoulder of the road was full of gravel, but not feeling like there was a choice, I moved over farther. The gravel caused me to lose control of my bike and I crashed, big time. I had gravel in my mouth, deeply embedded in my elbows in my knees, and even a few big chunks were stuck in my helmet.
I was in a daze and bleeding. We didn’t have cell phones. This was before those days. The guy who was with me took off to get help. I didn’t notice any pain at the time, I was only aware of one thing…that I didn’t want to be alone on the side of that highway. So I prayed and I asked God to send somebody.
Right away, an Asian man in a mini van drove up and came and sat with me. I remember talking to him and being comforted that he was there. I remember that his presence was calming, and that he gave me a bottle of Snapple. He waited with me until help arrived.
On the way to the hospital, I told my youth pastor and the other people in the car, how grateful I was that the man in the mini van had stayed with me. Nobody had seen him.
Was this man an angel? I don’t know for sure, but I do know that both the guy who turned around to ride with me, so I wouldn’t be alone, and the man who stopped and sat with me until help arrived, were used in a supernatural way by a sovereign God who loves me and is never far from me. I also know that God’s infinite wisdom was at work here, for it was through this experience, that I was able to come to a place of deeper understanding and trust.
“The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.” Deuteronomy 31:8
*This post was previously published on Above the Waves.
**Post linked at Christian Mommy Blogger