On a Friday afternoon in March of 2006, my mom and I headed out to the beach. But first, we had to get a tire replaced. Money was tight and a used tire was all I could afford. We stopped at a little hole-in-the-wall used tire place and got the tire replaced. Then, we were on our way to the beach.
Anyone local knows that a Friday afternoon in March (think, Spring Break) on highway 98 is BUSY. As we were driving west on 98, a car pulled out right in front of me. I should have t-boned that car….but, God had the wheel…literally. I saw my hands moving all over the steering wheel, but I was not making my hands move. According to my mom, I kept repeating, “I’m not driving! I’m not driving!” as we spun 5 times across the turning lane, both westbound lanes and back across all 5 lanes and came to a stop in a motel parking lot. No car touched another car! I’m not completely sure how many times we spun, as I was mesmerized watching my hands moving all over the steering wheel. A man even came running out of the motel yelling “That was some awesome driving!” I was able to witness to him that God had control, not me.
I should have been shaking to pieces (as well as my mom), however, we were both as calm as could be and were able to continue on and enjoy our afternoon together.
Later that day, I found out two interesting things. 1.) The “new” used tire was not properly inflated…I think God knew what he was doing, that was a lot of spinning! 2.) That morning my brother-in-law 800 miles away had felt the need to intercede for a horrific car accident. I’m so glad he listened!