Making an Impact: The Crashing of Cars and the Colliding of Two Worlds
The clock was ticking. It was a Tuesday morning, but it felt more like a Monday. It was one of those days where everything seemed to be going wrong. I woke up before my alarm clock, fell back asleep, and then snoozed past my alarm. My work clothes were not where I thought I had left them. "If I can leave in the next five minutes, I'll have time to stop and get a coffee on my way to work," I thought to myself. As I hurried out the door, I realized I'd forgotten my curriculum binder. As I went back into my apartment, my husband stood at the door and wrapped his arms around me in an effort to send me off with a sweet goodbye. But the clock was ticking and I wanted that coffee. I quickly pushed him away and said, "I have to go." I usually took the longer, safer way to work—the way with less traffic and more right turns. For a moment, I thought about taking the quicker route, but I quickly defaulted to my regular routine.
I pulled into the left turn lane of a four-lane highway and contemplated if I had time to get a coffee or not. I had just started a new job and I didn't want to be late, so I decided that I'd better—CRASH! Out of nowhere (okay, well out of the gas station parking lot) a woman driving a Dodge Durango crossed over 2 lanes of traffic to get into my turn lane. Although I was right in front of her, she somehow did not see me. The clock stopped ticking.
Time Stood Still
What seemed like an invisible bubble of peace immediately surrounded me. I was calm. I was focused. And I would for sure be late to work. The first thought that popped into my head was Romans 8:28 from the Bible, which is a promise stating that God will work all things together for good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. With that in mind, I smiled as I pulled my car into the conveniently located gas station parking lot which was only a few feet away.
Time moved very slowly. I, and the other driver, exited from our cars—neither of us was injured. I'll refer to the driver of the other car as Tonya. Tonya called the police. I called into work. The policeman arrived and filled out his report and then he left. After exchanging information, Tonya asked if there was anything else that I needed, to which I responded, "No, I'm fine. Thanks for stopping and not driving away!"
Tonya stared at me for a moment, shook her head, and said, "How are you so calm? Aren't you mad at me?" I went on to explain that I had an extraordinary, supernatural peace, which I attributed to having come from God. Then I told her that I believed God would somehow work this situation for good. She nodded her head, looked at me inquisitively, and questioned what I meant. "Well, I probably would not have met you if you would not have hit me, so I'll look at this as a Divine Encounter," I explained. My calm and kind response surprised even me!
"So one thing I see that God can do to work this for good, is for me to take this as an opportunity to pray for you—to encourage you," I went on. I found it quite easy to be bold in the absence of having to stick to a tight schedule. She looked at me in disbelief and responded, "I feel so bad for hitting you, but sure, you can go ahead and pray for me."
Time to Pray
Once again, time seemed to stop. I tuned into "flow" and listened
for that still, small whisper of God's voice.
I made the connection and began to speak. I honestly can't remember every word that
came out of my mouth, but I do know that God had a lot on His heart to share
with her. Half way into my prayer, she
opened her eyes, looked at me, and exclaimed, "Are you a psychic?" I told her that I was not,
but that I simply practiced hearing God's voice on a daily basis. "But how do you know all of these
specific details about me?" she pleaded.
I responded by telling her that I didn't know details about her—but that
God does. By the time I finished
praying, tears welled up in her eyes and she smiled, sheepishly. "I'm not glad that I hit you," she
finally said, "but I'm glad that it's you I hit!" she concluded. She went on to explain to me that she VERY
much needed to hear what God said through me and that although she thought she
was going to have a horrible day because of the accident, she now believed that
she would have the best day she'd had in a long time—a day that would live on
into her future. She was somehow different—changed. The God of the universe had used a very
unlikely circumstance to encourage her, guide her, and show her love through
the kindness of a stranger.Bad news had been transformed into good news.
Time for Coffee
The clock resumed its rapid tic-tocking and I stood in the parking lot of a gas station in the hot sun with gnats flying around my face. I called the insurance company and a tow truck. I went inside the gas station to escape the harsh sun and nagging bugs while I waited for the tow truck. I walked back to the cooler to find a refreshing drink to cool me off. Right in front of me stood a beautiful Starbucks frappuccino. Looks like I had time for coffee, after all!
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