Flat Tire this Morning….Praise God!


I left my house this morning, running late as usual, just to discover I had a flat tire.  No fun!  I was discouraged and started feeling sorry for myself because of course when something “bad” happens you automatically begin thinking the whole world is working against you and if anything else could ruin your day it will surely happen too!  I was pretty defeated before the flat tire anyway.  The last couple weeks it seemed I could only see all the “bad” happening around me, my housework piling up, finances not looking good, tricky child-care situations, misbehaving rambunctious kids and overall stressful occurrences of life. I was definitely feeling like I couldn’t take one more “bad” thing, then a flat tire!  Bummer.

So there I sat at the end of my driveway waiting on my wonderful husband to come to my rescue with the air compressor.  Then it hit me! I hadn’t given God any of my time.  I hadn’t read my bible or even prayed because I was in so much of a hurry to get the boys ready and get out the door.  So since I didn’t have my bible with me, I searched on my phone “KJV daily verse”.    The first one on the list was Psalm 118.

O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good: because his mercy endureth for ever.

O how guilty I felt!  The Lord is good, and I hadn’t even so much as thanked him that I woke up this morning, or that I was breathing, or for my children’s health, or for the fact that we had food to eat for breakfast.  Much less had I thanked God that I had a job to go to or that my son can go to school, or that I had a car to drive even if it did have a flat tire at the moment.  Furthermore, I should have thanked God that I had a husband who would take care of my flat tire so that I didn’t have to get down in the wet grass and dirt in my nice dressy outfit.  Better yet, when I picked out my matching (brand new, even) outfit I hadn’t even managed to utter a word of thanks to God for my closet full of clothes.  How overwhelmed with thankfulness I was.

I kept on reading to find in verse #5-6:

I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set me in a large place.

The Lord is on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me?

Wow!  I had been pouring out my troubles to God for the past week or so, telling Him how defeated I was feeling.  I was concerned over my job, my finances, my duties as a wife and mother and just felt like I had been failing miserably at everything I was responsible for doing.  Here my Lord was working in my life, answering my distress call by the way of a flat tire!  Who would have ever thought?  So my situation in all of my problems hadn’t changed at all physically, but spiritually they were altogether different.  I realized that God was in control of all my “problems” and He would take care of me as long as I would stay “on His side”.   Why should I fear? Why should I worry?  I am the Lord’s and He is mine, He heard my cry and answered me.  With God, He can change your whole outlook on your situation, give you peace during your heartaches and trials, and you will see that your situation really isn’t “bad” after all.  When God saves us, we are His for eternity.  So when times are tough, or when you’re facing the impossible, remember that God is in control and He is on our side.  Whom shall we fear?  God will keep us for eternity and no man can remove us from Him.

Although, my heart was overflowing, I continued reading,

23 This is the Lord‘s doing; it is marvellous in our eyes.

24 This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.

I’ve determined in my heart that my flat tire this morning was marvelous!  That’s because it was my Lord’s doing and everything He does is marvelous.  He gave me this day and He gave me a flat tire and I am going to rejoice all day and thank the Lord for it!  Because of my flat tire, I got a moment alone with God and He revealed to me how my situation was different from what I had perceived.  He gave me just the scripture I needed and convicted my heart for not giving Him the thanks and praise that He deserves.  So today, I am going to praise the Lord.  In everything.  All day.  Because sometimes He has to use a flat tire to get my attention and honestly, that’s pretty pathetic.  I should have been praising and thanking Him already.

Please read all of Psalm 118!  You won’t regret it!

To read online, click here: Psalm 118

My Love Story


As a little girl I dreamed often of my wedding, a big white dress and colorful flowers. By high school, I had planned out my future home.  I’d drawn it out even.  I’d live in a big gorgeous farmhouse with a wrap around porch where I’d cook all our meals and ring a big dinner bell to call my family in to eat.  The house would sit on rolling fields of pasture where cattle, horses and sheep would graze. There’d be a fishing pond down by the road, where ducks would splash and swim and my kids would throw rocks.  Chickens would run wild all over the yard and my toddlers would chase them for hours.  I had the landscape mapped out and fruit trees would be everywhere.  I’d even named my twelve children on the back of the house plans, first and middle names for six boys and six girls. (Yes, twelve kids? I was crazy!) The only mystery was what our last name would be.  I’d wonder if I would become a teacher and what my students would call me.  Mrs. Robinson?  Mrs. Silvers?  Mrs. Browning?  I’d sit in class and think about the boys I knew and how it would be if they were the one I ended up marrying.  Little did I know that I had already met my soulmate and he was definitely one of the least likely candidates, or so I thought.  My friends had major crushes on him and used me as the go between passing notes most of the time.  He even sat behind me in band class where he blared his saxophone in my ears for an hour everyday.  I recall telling my friends over and over that I would never date him and that I didn’t know what in the world they liked him for.  He was so annoying!
He graduated a few years ahead of me, so he was already working, had two trucks and was turning into quite the handsome Christian man every woman should dream of having.   He had been praying for God to send the woman he was supposed to marry into his life.  Then I stumbled in.
My best friend wanted me to go to church with her to meet Evan.  I wasn’t crazy about it since I knew I didn’t like him but God had started dealing with my heart about going to church so I went.  Of course, she had to sit right behind where Evan would sit.  I saw Evan singing in the choir and knew immediately that something was very different about him.  Could he really be the same boy from high school?  After church, I went out to eat with my friend and her family, who had also invited Evan.  They suckered us into sitting beside each other and we flirted a little while we ate.  After the meal he asked me to go four-wheeling with him.  (For those of you unfamiliar with that term, four-wheeling is when you go off-road in a truck or ATV, in our case a jacked up Toyota with giant mud tires).  He scared me to death a few times with his crazy driving but I didn’t dare let on to him that I was scared since he would’ve taken advantage of it.  We went for milkshakes and back to church that night where I sat beside him instead of behind him.  We’d hit it off and spent the rest of the day together, and the next day, and every day after that for months.  We were crazy about each other!
I’d been going to church with Evan every service for a few weeks and God had shown me that I was a lost sinner.  I’d been raised in church and thought that I had gotten saved when I was ten years old.  I truly believed that I was saved until God began to convict my heart and proved to me otherwise.  One Sunday night during service, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.  I didn’t think I could take it another minute!  I knew God was calling my name, beckoning for me to come to Him.  I don’t know what the preacher said that night, don’t know any songs that were sung but I know that I knelt in the altar on burgundy carpet on the left side of the pulpit while the pianist was playing “Just As I Am”.  I don’t remember everything that I said but I know that I told the Lord how sorry I was for how I was living and that I knew I needed him to save my soul. I prayed and prayed and when Jesus saved me I felt a peace come over me in that instant.  My heart slowed back down to normal, my breathing eased and I was confident that God had saved my poor, undeserving soul.   I no longer had to live in doubt of my salvation, didn’t have to worry about going to Hell if I died.  I was a child of the King now!
Not only had God saved me, but he had given me a wonderful man to marry and a church full of people who would become my family.  I thank God for turning my life around, saving the wretched sinner I was, and giving me more than I ever could have dreamed of!  I don’t have that gorgeous farmhouse or 100 acres.  I don’t have a pond or ducks, horses, cows and sheep.  I don’t have twelve kids and the two I have don’t even have any of the names I had picked out.  Our house isn’t landscaped with flowering fruit trees and I am not a teacher.  Instead I am married to my best friend.  We have two little boys who are just like us.  We have an old fixer upper house that we’ve made our home. We grow a garden and drive ordinary vehicles and our boys love every minute of it.  God works in our lives in the most amazing ways.  When God saved me, I realized my life had been changing and I hadn’t even realized it.  God’s made my dreams come true, dreams I didn’t even know I had, like dancing on the porch in the rain with the love of your life.  Praying with your family every night before bed.  Having your best friend by your side and being able to talk about anything and pray about everything together.  Having a church family that’s as close as real family.  And getting to be in love with your soulmate and show your children the relationship they can have if they wait on the Lord to send them the right person.  Thank you Lord for my love story, and most importantly the greatest love story of all, Jesus Christ!

I Failed


I was standing in line at the grocery store, behind an older lady then a gentleman who both separately had a handful of items.  The cashier was telling the person at the register that they’re card only paid for $3.49 of they’re total.  I hear her ask if she can try it again. In that instant, I knew The Lord wanted me to step up past the people in front of me and pay for her groceries. But, I failed.  Instead of taking the opportunity to work for The Lord, I thought to myself , “I can’t even see her, what if she is just buying a bunch of junk. I can’t afford to buy somebody else’s junk food, I’m on a budget.”  And just like that, I failed my Lord.  She handed her items back to the cashier, said she would come back for them later, and walked away where I could finally see that she was a young woman with two small children.  Immediately I was sick to my stomach knowing that I had missed my opportunity to serve The Lord. Conviction of my sin set in.

Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin. -James 4:17

Why did I not just obey The Lord, and trust that if He wanted me to pay for her groceries that He would have taken care of my bank account?  Why was I so judgmental thinking that maybe she wasn’t worth me helping her out?  I could crawl into a dark cave and never come out because of the guilt and shame I feel. I failed. I failed that woman. I failed her children.  I failed the witnesses that were between me and her.  I failed my family.  And most of all, I failed my Lord and Saviour.

I’m sharing my testimonial with you so that you can learn from it as I have had to.  We as God’s chosen few, shouldn’t hesitate the slightest bit when following The Lord. We should get to work for Him taking every single opportunity He gives us.  I shouldn’t have let those few second of hesitation pass.  Those seconds were all my own rotten flesh needed to talk myself out of what The Lord wanted me to do.  So many times I am afraid that we hesitate just enough when we see someone struggling to let our minds “judge” the situation and decide for ourselves whether we should help them.  I’m ashamed to admit, that if I could have seen that she was only buying bagels and fruit and that she had two little boys I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. God gave me a test today of my faith, and I failed.  I couldn’t see the woman or her cart and therefore I let myself doubt that God could see her.

How many lost people surround us everyday?  Do we fail them by not trusting in God and taking each opportunity to work or witness for Him?  Their souls are in the balance, dangling over the flames of hell, and we are too busy thinking about whether The Lord really wants us to help them out or not.  It was too late for me to buy her groceries by the time I got up to the register, I even searched the parking lot hoping she was sitting in her car so I could tell her to wait.  I couldn’t do anything on my own time, God had the timing right and I missed it.  No do overs. Let’s not fail to work and witness for The Lord when He wants us to.  If we wait, there may not be a second chance.  It could be too late. I pray that next time The Lord gives me an opportunity, I take it and obey Him.  And I’m afraid that since I failed this one, the next one may not be so easy.