At 7:11pm last night, I got a text from my husband…
Immediately my heart and my mind started to race, but something interesting happened; I became aware of my choices. I could Panic or I could Pray.
So I prayed.
As I rushed to the scene of the accident, I called our family and friends and asked them to pray as well.
With each person I spoke to, I heard myself say over and over again, “Darren’s been in a car accident.” Each time I said it, my eyes got heavier as they welled with tears. And, as I sat in the back of that Uber, again I became aware of my choices. Panic or Pray.
Prayer or Panic: It’s a choice
So I prayed.
When I got to the scene of the accident, all 3 cars were on a tow truck – none of them drivable.
I saw Darren leaning into the window of one of the cop cars. He was standing, he was coherent, he wasn’t bleeding. He was in pain, but he was safe.
As I walked to the tow truck, I saw the car that hit him and her back was completely smashed in…
I saw the car that caused the accident, and her front was a wreck…
Darren was the least hurt of everyone and his car suffered the least damage out of the 3.
All 3 drivers walked away from the scene of the accident.
I was relieved. I was grateful. I was overwhelmed.
I know that somewhere in the world, this very same story unfolded differently for someone else today and I can’t even begin to imagine what they’re going through.
As we rode home from the hospital in our Uber, I started thinking about the implications of this accident. And the gratefulness I felt became overshadowed with questions like…
“What are we going to do now that both of our cars aren’t working?”
“What if there are serious out-of-pocket financial costs to get his car fixed?”
“We’re already working to get out of debt, how much will this set us back?”
It didn’t take long before fear started to creep in again. Fear of our finances being drained, fear of having to get a new car note, fear of what the hospital bill would be.
And, again I was reminded of my choices.
Persist in Worship
When I arrived home, I knelt down in the living room by myself and worshiped. This morning I woke up and spent time in my word, letting it encourage me and strengthen me.
This testimony is still unfolding, but I’m trusting that on the other side of this we’ll see God’s goodness in ways we couldn’t have imagined.
I pray that whatever you’re going through, that you remember your choices.
Panic keeps you stuck. It keeps you looking at your circumstances, which will discourage you and cause you to accept defeat.
Prayer however, forces you to look to God. It reminds you that God’s bigger than your current circumstances. Prayer can move you forward. Prayer can change things. Prayer can bring forth the manifestation of the breakthrough God’s already given you.
Remember the testimony is birthed out of your test. God’s given you victory, grab a hold of it today, and be encouraged.
God loves you and I love you.
PS. Every word of encouragement I write to you, is also a reminder to myself. David says, “encourage yourself in the Lord.” Faith is a moment by moment choice. It’s not easy, but it’s so necessary. Find ways to encourage yourself regularly. Blogging about my challenges and testimonies is my method of choice. And if it helps just one person, it’s a blessing.