One Tuesday night, while taking my younger brother to a youth meeting at church, my minivan began acting strangely. It was shaking and shimmying so badly it seemed it would fall apart beneath us. Once at the church, I called home, requesting a family member's vehicle to drive home. Perhaps, though I doubted it, the trouble was nothing, though it seemed unlikely. I was instructed to-carefully-take it in to town the next morning. That would be 22 or so miles away.Tried finding someone to leave the children with the next morning, but couldn't. They had to come with me. Before I even began my drive, I prayed: "God I need help! Keep us safe, please." The van was doing it's solo dancing, just as it had the previous nite. I cried out to God again, and soon found that it began to smooth out. I felt a sense of peace surround me.
Well, we get to the repair shop. The serviceman goes out to give it a test drive. As he starts to move it, before even picking up speed, 3 wheel bearings go FLYING out from under the van. Watching this through the shop window, I stare, dumbfounded. He gets help pushing it into the garage, has it lifted up to view the underneath, then wanders inside, shaking his head in amazement.
"Lady-you got here on a prayer!" he says. I had to laugh!!!! He didn't know the half of it! The were NO bearings left on the front driver's side, and some other parts having to do with that same area were in such bad shape they were virtually non-existant.
Of course, my next thought is how on earth will I pay for this???? Paycheck-to-paycheck living and a brand-new job made for very limited finances. While the mechanic is looking up prices, I'm looking up too-asking God for help, peace, and patience.
The repairman comes back, with an estimate that made me want to either faint or bawl. And then.... he tells me since we have brought our vehicles there in the past for work, as has other family members, he'd cut me a "major deal". As in half of the original estimate, including tax and labor.
So, was it Divine Intervention? I think so. Others may be skeptical. But you know what? I don't care. I only know what I asked Him for, and what I recieved.
Some might say my "guardian angel" was at work. That may well be so, but it isn't to any angel that I look to for help and protection. After all, WHO commands these angels? Thanks goes to my God, who is mighty and able and meets my every need!