I love Peter's experience of walking on the roaring sea with Jesus. But the thing is, Peter's story is often misunderstood. Do you have a step you need to take?
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A few weeks ago, I shared how our family seems to discover God’s fingerprints in the strangest places. When the van engine exhaled a deep sigh as it completely surrendered that afternoon in our driveway, I honestly thought we had seen all there was to see. God guided our clan home safely and our boys loved watching the van as it was helplessly loaded onto the back of the tow truck. God’s fingerprints were everywhere. Our boys fingerprints covered the front windows of our house from constantly observing all of the excitement.
I rested my head on my pillow that evening truly thankful, but also going, “Okay God, one day like this is enough! Thanks!”
But God wasn’t quite done yet.
The next day, my schedule was completely rearranged in order to pick-up the van which required an alternator replacement. The cost was so incredibly minimal, I was actually anxious to test drive it to see which brand of duct tape these guys used in order to keep the repair expense so low. I was beyond skeptical. My husband dropped me off at the car shop with our two younger boys as he rushed off to work. The two boys played carelessly on the waiting room chairs as I discussed the repairs with the salesman.
All was going along well until I realized we had exactly 5 minutes before my oldest boy needed to be picked-up from school. The second I was handed the receipt, I grabbed two little hands and off we rushed to the school. Making sure seat belts were tightly fastened, I slowly turned the key in the ignition.
You would have thought I had inserted a quarter to one of those old vibrating beds. Perhaps Florida really does have earthquakes?
I gazed in the mirror to view the reactions from my two children – one smiling, the other in a mild state of confusion.
“Oh mommy, not again!” my middle kiddo exclaimed. “I’m not feeling good!”
Awesome. Not only do I have a vibrating, duct taped, roof caving in on all of us van, but now the roller coaster ride made my backseat rider sick.
We were now officially late to pick up the oldest child.
My mind whirled. If we stayed, who knew how long it would have taken to have the van looked at. Perhaps I could at least pick-up my oldest from school and return to “Let’s Make A Deal” later?
Off we went, bouncing and praying hard for no bright, blinking dash lights.
We made it without too many bumps to the school. We even made it halfway through the car loop before I heard that dreaded sound.
No, not the dinging of another warning light. A sound much worse. The noise that turns a mother’s stomach.
Our middle child vomited all over the back of our van…repeatedly. Still in the car loop, I just felt stuck. I couldn’t stop and hold him. I couldn’t even clean him up. We aren’t going to even discuss the smell…
As I drove forward, I was met by three warning dash lights.
A little further and a fourth joined the party.
Our oldest jumped-in and grabbed the front seat. I found the next closest place to pull over and assess the damage. I imagine if the van wasn’t vibrating as bad, the damage might have remained in a general area. Not such the case.
I immediately called the car shop and told them about our vibrating problem. The gentleman assured me that we could swing by and he could quickly take a closer look. I warned him quite a few times about our backseat rider, but he insisted he could handle our mess.
We arrived and the owner immediately got right in the van, not even referencing the smell. After popping the hood, he grinned. He then showed me a lose wire that needed reconnected. After a flick of his wrist, the cord was connected, hood down and all lights off. He then made a point to open the side door of the van, right into our mess and asked my kiddo how he was feeling.
We saw God, again.
In a moment of pure exhaustion, God knew who to send my way.
A reminder how He goes into my mess all the time.
He conquered my mess –
He even died for my mess.
When was the last time I willingly allowed myself to move into others mess?[tweetthis]He conquered my mess -He even died for my mess. When was the last time I went into other’s mess?[/tweetthis]
When was the last time I asked God to stretch me way outside of my comfort zone?
When was the last time I trusted God more than my jumping, vibrating van to get me exactly where I really need to be in life?
This same gentleman even called later just to make sure we were doing okay. Yes, we found our new car garage and I was reminded that God works through real lives.
God truly uses anything to teach us more about Him – even jiggly minivans, vomiting kids and an auto mechanic.
This world is messy. Let’s get dirty and love by stretching-out until it feels uncomfortable – way outside of our minivan (still airing out I might add).[tweetthis]This world is messy. Let’s get dirty and love by stretching-out until it feels uncomfortable[/tweetthis]
Hello and welcome to Step Out And Thrive Ministries! My name is Bethany Boring and I am proud to be called a child of God before any other title or role. I am a wife to Steve and a mom to 3 amazing boys. I enjoy writing for this Step Out And Thrive community and walking with you as we venture through the ups and downs of life together. I am an ICF trained Certified Professional Christian Life Coach (Christian Coach Institute Graduate), Motivational and Inspirational Speaker, mentor, Certified Human Behavioral Consultant (DISC Personality) and an author. As always - dare to do more than just survive, step out and thrive!