I give the illusion of being a strong, confident, seemingly invincible individual, but it is only because God gave me a strong confident, seemingly invincible pillar of a husband to lean on. Therefore it looks like I can do exploits. Since he was scheduled for surgery in the morning, I was ready to keel right over and just about fall to the ground. I was already leaning 40 degrees.
We had just dozed off when the phone rang. At 1:15 a.m., you know itīs not someone bearing good news. We were relieved to find it was an obscene caller rather than the perceived tragedy. I knew if I started telling him about God, heīd not likely call back. I managed to doze off once more. The next intrusive, earth moving sound made us scurry to our feet and set us both in motion, running through the house. The fierce February blizzard, snapped the 70 foot pine tree, directly in front of our house, like a matchstick, crashing it onto our roof. We assessed that most of the damage was over the garage and our belongings and furnishings would not have to be rearranged in the middle of the night. Sleep would now be impossible so we sat drinking coffee, waiting for morning, too tired and too stunned to converse. Neither of us thought to pray.
After clearing, what must have been three feet of snow off the car, it would not start. I couldnīt even pretend at being strong or confident and I was certainly far from seemingly invincible.
At 6:00 a.m. my husband got in his truck and drove himself to the hospital to face his surgical procedure alone. I couldnīt drive the truck so, I was left to dial AAA and unravel.
Even though I was placed as top priority on their list, nobody showed up until 1:00 p.m.. They insisted they couldnīt find me -- no house, no driveway and no stalled car at the location I gave. I assured them, in the midst of all that snow, was one stressed out, frantic woman, leaning 65 degrees.
My new dilemma was how to find the hospital, in a strange city, with no sense of direction, in the middle of a blizzard with no windshield wiper. Did I neglect to mention that the one on the drivers side blew right off the car? The word hysterical is not a very graphic depiction of the state I was in by the time I arrived at the hospital. Finally I thought to pray.
My husband urged me to leave immediately and go to a repair shop to replace the wiper This I managed. There were so many people in the service bay, it looked like a close out sale. I was instructed to take a number and to wait because it was going to take a couple of hours. There was no alternative. There was no plan B.
A friend came to mind that lived just minutes away. I called prattling about my misfortune. "Please come and get me, I just canīt sit here....I havenīt had any sleep..... we had a crank phone call.....a tree hit our house.... my car wouldnīt start....my wiper flew off on the highway....itīs going to take two hours to fix.... " I rambled all my sentences together. "I need a coffee....."
Without a word of solace, she blurted some lame excuse. If I was finally going to lose it, I would not do it on a pay phone in front of all these strangers. I ran to the bathroom and cried out to God. "HELP ME!"
What I heard back was as clear as if He spoke out loud. "Praise Me!" "Praise You? For what? Donīt you understand, this is the worst day of my life!" I persisted hoping for empathy, if not sympathy.
"Praise Me" He continued. "You have no idea how many angels it took to keep and guard you this day. I have kept you safe. The tree did not crush and kill you asleep in your bed. You did not drive into a tree when your wiper flew off. You found the hospital. You know not how many angels were kept busy bearing you up in their arms so you wouldnīt dash you foot against a stone."
I stood, hands raised and worshipped God right there in the bathroom. How remarkably extraordinary my day became there in His presence and the revelation of His omnipotence.