Tonight as I lay here, trying to gear up for the week ahead and also wind down to hopefully sleep, I am amazed at how God provides.
My van was declared a hopeless case yesterday, and the mechanic advised me to take it to a pasture and put it out of its misery. Not good news. No money to purchase another vehicle, transportation a must to get back and forth to Williamsburg to work every day. However, within ONE HOUR, God answered my desperate prayers for help (for that is all I could think to say at the time).
Back when the transmission went out (for the second time), a couple in our church, Russ and Cindy Pratt, had told me they would give me their van if I needed it, as they were shopping for a new car anyway. At the time I thought the transmission would borrow me at least 2 more years out of my poor van. Sitting there at the garage, I didn’t want to call, but I did. And they graciously told me the offer was still open. We will “trade” vehicles and they will use mine as a trade-in on a new car.
To say that I’m grateful seems so paltry. But I am. Tomorrow I will drive to work without being scared of the scary noises my car was making and the fear that I would be stuck on the side of the freeway eventually.
It reminds me somewhat of Pastor Dennis’ sermon this morning on Psalm 107. In that Psalm are four pictures of four different scenarios and people who are in desperate need, and each “Cried to the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress.” God heard my cry and delivered me from the distress of losing transportation. But most importantly, God heard me.
