I believe the fingerprints of our actively loving God can be seen all over the events of our day. In fact, His presence is just begging to be discovered. Are you covered by the evidence of God’s presence? When was the last time you were singled out?
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I sat frozen in my mommy taxi position, literally holding my minion passengers hostage. The van tired squeeked to their halt. A deep sigh could be heard coming from our backseat 7 year-old driver. My heart was still going the speed limit, about to drive clear out of my mommy chest. We had all witnessed the amazing power of God and frankly, it was overwhelming.
You see, earlier that morning, our blessed yet troublesome minivan made it all the way up to Orlando so my husband could visit with a family friend. He brought our youngest kiddo along and the two had an uneventful, blissful few hours together (needed side note – mommy got to spend time at the beach…alone). Our 4-wheel family companion sat parked in the driveway until I prepared to pick-up our older two from school, just a mere two hours later.
That was when God entered our day in a huge way.
The trip was moving along just fine as I picked-up our middle child and found my place in the elephant-trotting carpool conga line to grab our oldest. As soon as my kiddo flung open the cargo door, a light radiated the display screen. The warning chime, which honestly, should sound more alarming than a simply chime, is normal for our 4-wheeled friend. I knew this simply meant we needed to head home so all of us could rest. But it continued to decline.
As I pulled out of the parking lot – another light, another chime.
As we drove slightly faster than normal on our 2 mile track home, you guessed it – a third chime and another light.
The boys sat silent. As I gazed back in the rear view mirror, I saw three silent bobble heads. It honestly freaked me out a bit more than the disturbing chiming warning lights that now illuminated my dashboard.
Go gadget mommy brain! Wait…go? I can’t get it to ever turn off!
Weird lights on dashboard….
Kids know something isn’t right…
Mommy knows something isn’t right…
Can we make it home?
Should we try?
Flashback – oh I remember sitting with three sweaty boys waiting for a tow truck. But a mom, all alone, with three scared boys, on the middle of a three lane highway is not where I wanted to be today. No. We were headed to home.
“Ummm mommy” my middle kiddo broke the thought train. “I…I…ummmm…I need to pee, bad” he exclaimed.
Of course you do. Now I do too. Awesome!
I don’t think I even answered him. I just pressed down harder on the gas pedal, gripped harder on the steering wheel and clung to God’s hand.
“God” I silently prayed, “Please just get us to a safe place…or a really big tree. My kid needs to pee. I need to pee. We will make it work. We are flexible. Just protect us right now.”
Yes, mommy friends…you get this. You are out there nodding, smiling and you are agreeing right with me.
We turned two corners to our street, both turns of the steering wheel ended with yet another pleasant chime and another warning light. How in the world does our dashboard have so many lights? Seriously!
Just as our house came into view, another chime and you guessed it…another light.
I seriously heard laughter coming from the back seat. This melted my heart. With our driveway in view, my kiddo knew no matter what, we were going to be safe. I felt lighter in that moment. Though the next few minutes were completely uncertain, I could breathe.
As our minivan jumped the curb into the driveway, adrenaline pumped continually through my veins. We inched-up as close as we could get to the garage door and I switched the gears into park. No sooner had my pant left the big white “P” label, did our van collapse on the scene. With what seemed to be its last breath, it died. Right there. Running to completely silent. No lights. No motor. No a/c. Nothing.
My oldest’s comment broke the silence of that van death defining moment…
“Ooohhhh…mommy….look what God did” he yelled. I had heard this similar statement tattling on his brothers, but wait, he said God, right? As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, he mustered enough courage to repeat his bold statement and added, “Cause we made it home…boo yah!”
At that, the van erupted with cheers and boy screams. I’m pretty sure the neighbors were confused, more than our normal after school rampage. Yet, nobody was exiting the van. It’s as if we all wanted to stay in that moment there, with God, together.
I sat frozen in my mommy taxi position, literally holding my minions hostage. A deep sigh could be heard coming from our backseat 7 year-old driver. My heart was still going the speed limit, about to drive clear out of my mommy chest. We had all witnessed the amazing power of God and frankly, it was overwhelming.
Just a short time later after our middle kiddo reminded all of us of his need for either a potty or a tree, I found myself on the phone sharing what just occurred with a friend.
“That’s awful!” That’s the response our God experience granted from her viewpoint. No, we had no clue where our van would be going, why it stopped running or even next steps. But you see friends, she missed the obvious. She missed God in the midst of the mess!
Our van could have died in Orlando with my husband and our youngest in its grips, flying down the interstate. Our van could have sent me spiraling down the highway with our three kids dinging our way to glory. There must be a million different ways this could have occurred, but God answered in a huge way. I saw that. My kids saw that. And after you see Him, you just can’t see the world the same again.
Why would you want to?
Have you seen God? Oooohhhh…..what did God do? I would love to uncover His fingerprints in your life too! Share with me!