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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.