This is a post about God's latest miracle in my life. It may not resonate for those who believe life is governed by chance, luck, karma, horoscopes or crystals. But it will for those who know, beyond a shadow of doubt, that there is a God who cares about us in an intimate, personal way. This is a post that celebrates the God of the universe - the one and only God.
For too long I have had two cars sitting in the driveway needing to have something, anything done with them. Neither worked and both required more to fix than we were willing to spend. So both just sat...and sat. They were an eyesore to be sure, but I just never addressed the problem because they sat amidst a long list of problems that needed to be dealt with.
This past Saturday morning, John and I were sitting in the house when there was a knock on the door. Being the bra-less, pajama-clad mess that I was, I told him I wasn't going to answer the door. Well, he did, and the woman at the door asked him if there was any chance we were selling our car. I came out to meet the woman and her brother and he said something to the effect of, "Oh my gosh...if this is true it is a miracle." I had no idea what he was referring to until I got the full scoop:
He has just moved here from Las Vegas. He is in the middle of a divorce, having a wife who cheated on him and then proceeded to get most everything in the divorce. The night before, and then Saturday morning, he prayed and asked the Lord to lead him to the car he was supposed to buy. Saturday morning he was driving somewhere around our neighborhood to look at another car. At some point he turned onto our street and passed our house. Suddenly, his sister said, "Stop the truck and back up." She pointed to the car in our driveway and told him they should stop and ask if it was for sale. He said he didn't want to do that because it was crazy to knock on someone's door and ask that, but she persisted saying, "All they can do is say 'no'."
So she knocked, and asked, and well...we said 'yes'.
Today I met him, his sister and his mom at the DMV and transferred the title. (Have you ever been to the DMV? The place where you typically wait and wait and wait with all the other sad sacks for your number to be called? Well today, Monday afternoon, the number we got was the next one to be called. Imagine that). I basically gave the car away, but it isn't about the money, it is about the handiwork of God. The incredible, personal, beautifully orchestrated handiwork of God.
We had many years with Dennis, our 1996 green Infinity. I drove him until he was on life support and then the kids drove him to death. He was with us for 14 years, through grade school drop offs and pick ups, permits and licenses. Anyone who knows me well will know full well that I was kinda sad to see him go despite the mess he was in. Today, the new owner said that at some point in the future he will bring him by and show me what he did to fix him up. He doesn't know yet that I likely won't be here, but it does make me happy to know that in the end Dennis didn't end up in a junkyard, but in a backyard, and that someone is going to put his pieces back together. (To all who are wondering...yes, I do know Dennis isn't real).
...and that, my friends, is the God I know and love. The one who takes care of my needs, even when I don't ask, by moving someone else who loves Him to knock on my door.
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