Praises long overdue

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I don't think I ever shared this story with anyone other than Steven...at least I don't think so! If I have blogged about this before please excuse another post bragging about what an awesome God we serve.  :)

A few years ago I was traveling with the girls to go see my mother.  She only lives about an hour and a half away so the drive is not a big deal.  There are good roads and it is a pretty straight shot.  However, this particular day I was very tired.  Not just sleepy, I mean dog-tired.  I knew when we got in the car that I was going to have a hard time staying awake, but we needed to go.  So, I loaded up on Pepsi, snacks and tunes and set off.

I was doing pretty well at first but then the warm air in the car was too much and my eyelids started to feel heavy.  I immediately turned the heat to cool to wake myself up.  It worked for the moment.  Then the kids started complaining about being cold, so I turned the heater back on.  It wasn't too long before the music stopped keeping my attention.

My eyelids were too heavy to hold up and they started sliding closed.  I felt myself slide into sleep and jerked back awake. This wasn't good.  I knew that I wasn't going to be able to stay awake.  I prayed for help and protection.

A few miles later, I felt my eyelids falling shut again.  Only this time I couldn't make them open.  I fell asleep behind the wheel.  That had never happened before; ever.  I felt the warmth of sleep spread over me and lost myself in it.

The next instant I heard a male voice yelling at me.  He was yelling, "Wake up!"  It was clear as day and it shook me to my core.  It was a voice I had never heard before and yet was very familiar.  I knew that I must obey this voice.  My eyes shot open and I could instantly feel the change in the car.  The kids hadn't noticed anything and were happily playing in their seats; but I could feel the presence.

I knew that God had heard my cry for help and He had saved us.  He woke me up and revived me so that I could drive the rest of the way safely.  He cared enough about my simple prayer and about us to intervene and rescue us.

Praise God that He is a God who cares.  A God that listens to those He loves.  A God that is involved in the lives of His children.  A God that loves deeply.   My Abba.

So, there is the praise that was long overdue.  God has worked in my life so many times that it's hard to count them; but count them I should.  And often.  To remember His Grace and Mercy in my life and to remember that He alone is God.