||[Jul. 3rd, 2008|11:32 pm]
|||||Chain of Love - Clay Walker||]|
OK, so I never blog. All 2 of you who might read this entry know that I just don't blog (as you can see by the fact that my last entry was over a year & a half ago). However, something happened today that I felt was really worthy of a blog, so here goes.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you just know, & can feel, that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, God is there with you (I mean, besides the knowledge that God is with you all the time - does that make sense)? I've had a couple of those instances in my life, one being today. I was driving home from New York this afternoon (after visiting some family the past few days), and was in southern Jersey, when all of a sudden, my back left tire blew out. This has never happened to me before, but I've always kind of had thoughts that something like this could happen, and that I'd be in the middle of nowhere, by myself, and I'd be stuck.
Well, that was pretty much the setting today, in Morrestown, NJ. Having a tire blow out, while going 65mph on a 4 lane highway probably isn't the safest thing. But anyway, I was able to quickly pull over to the side of the road (thankfully w/out running into anyone or damaging my car further), and immediately called my mom. As I got out to look at what happened to my tire & as I checked to see if I had a spare (which, thankfully, I did), I, of course, started to panic. Not a moment later though, I looked up and saw a truck (kind of like a tow truck, but not quite) had stopped ahead of me on the shoulder, & was backing up toward me. Then out stepped Duane, the man I'm determined whom God sent to help me. He asked if I needed any help, so I told him what happened, and without even a second thought, he proceeded to change my tire (which he did in under 5 minutes, with the highway traffic zooming by at over 65mph). He advised me about how long I could last on the spare, and about how not to be fooled by the tire guys when I went in to get a new one - he really was the sweetest man. He wouldn't accept any money from me, but just wished me a happy 4th, and went on his way.
Totally amazing and totally God. As I continued my drive home later, I was quite overwhelmed by the whole situation, and overwhelmed by the realization of how much God really does love me. I mean, what are the chances that this totally willing & able stranger would see me on the side of the road (literally minutes after I'd pulled over), that he'd stop, and help out, without asking for anything in return. Again, totally amazing & TOTALLY God.