Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.
At the annual truck show, we walked the course of shiny new trucks and saw every type of tool and accessory a person could only imagine.
I was fascinated by everything that involved this brand new world to us, over-the-road trucking. Yet, my heart was not up to speed.
I frequently put on a brave face, but deep in my soul, truck driving meant leaving our farm and diving into the unknown. I supported my husband as best as I could. I didn’t want to discourage him. Yet, fear of what I did not know held me in a grip.
Suddenly, a woman climbed down from the cab of a truck. As she stood beside me, my husband climbed up and joined her fiance’ to drool over the fancy home-away-from-home on wheels.
I needed to find the ladies’ room and said so to the woman now standing next to me. She nodded in agreement, “It is in that direction. I am heading there myself.” I replied, “I’ll walk with you.”
We met back up as we washed our hands. Then she said something (I do not recall the words) that caught my attention. I responded, “You’re a Christian too!”
“Yes, let’s talk.”
There we were, complete strangers, in a public restroom (of all places), and the most amazing conversation proceeded.
She said, “You need to be with your husband. You need to support him. You need to put your fears away. You need to move forward in life. You have a job to do, just go do it. God has told me many times to turn on a dime. I always respond to him, asking, Lord, do you see what I am doing?” She smiled at me and continued talking, “He replies to me, yes, Stephanie, but I have another job for you.” She rolled her eyes as she nodded in a gesture of approval and grinned.
She then asked if she could pray with me. “With me” was not a good description of what ensued…it would be better described as “pray for you.”
She took both of my hands in hers and prayed. She prayed so fast, and for so long, that I could barely understand what she was saying. When she finished, I was crying. No, I was sobbing. I could not stop.
She then handed me her business card and said, “You are going to be okay.”
God was in our presence. He had spoken through this angel, Stephanie, who had appeared out of nowhere.
As we walked back to our partners, Stephanie turned and looked straight into my eyes, “Now, put that into words. What do you think just happened back there?”
I was stumped. I said, “I am at a loss for words. I cannot put my words together, but as lame as it might sound, I think what happened was meant to be.” (The truth is, I knew it was God, but I was tongue-tied. In awe of what He had just strategically placed in my path. He had spoken.)
She replied, “Yes, exactly. You are right.”
She then reminded me to speak with authority, with conviction, and with strength, and then nothing would then stand in my way. (I have since grown spiritually in this area, but, growth should never stop. To this day, I am grateful for this directive!)
That was it.
We parted. But, the imprint remains forever.
Father, help my eyes have the clarity to see the needs others have for prayer. Help me to pray on the spot and lift others up—not at a convenient time for me, but when the necessity is clearly in the moment. Help me to see as Stephanie saw. Thank you for putting her, one of your angels, in my path that day. She (but it was really You) changed my life.