A Declaration of Gods Glory and Almighy Provision

Every time I get in the car I like to pray to God. There are many reasons for this but I suppose the main reason is that I can just focus on God, I can't use the internet or my phone, I cant be distracted by anything except the road. So I talk to God. 

So my story starts off last night heading home at 10:00pm, I put on music in the car and my radio turns off as soon as the music starts playing, so I angrily hit the radio but it does nothing, so I unplug my phone and plug it in again, as soon as my radio realises that I'm trying to play music through it, it switches off. So here I am flabbergasted as my radio is turning on and off trying to play this music. It was then I knew that God wanted to talk to me, it wasnt anything urgent, we just had a simple chat about life, university, his creation, my boyfriend, my family, the important things ya know? After a long chat I dragged myself up the stairs and collapsed on the bed and went to sleep.

Little did I know that God was about to declare his glory in my life, and it wasn't in a huge apocolyptic way, no, it was in a simple car turning off. . . Kinda way. But lets rewind a bit. . .
So I woke up this morning, at the vibrant hour of 5am and literally dragged my body around the house and got ready to go to my nursing shift at the Mater Hospital in Brisbane.

I got in the car and began to pray, about my anxietys, God's plan for my life. . . Then I started listing all the blessings I have today, waking up, in a bed, under a roof, having clothes, having food, having a car, being in uni, being in nursing, and, well then I stopped and went on to talk about how wonderful and Glorious he is.

As I got to the last leg of my journey, my car climbed up a slight slope and started puttering but no matter how hard I pushed on the accelerator it wouldn't accelerate and I said to God "If you can put the world into motion, you can get me to my nursing shift and home" and as I reached the peak of the crest my car cruised down the hill and got me safely and happily to my shift in time.

It was on my way home however, I knew I was in trouble, and as I cruised through Annerly, I released my car was puttering again, but this time, I knew I had to pull over, so I did exactly that, I pulled over at the closest driveway, the Annerly Firestation.

The first thing I did was, of course, turn the keys and hope that singing worship songs and saying "Come on Jesus, this is nothing" would get my car to start. All I got was a "ticka, ticka, ticka, tick, tic, ti, t, bleh" I kinda stared at the sky in despair thinking "Why dear lord Jesus, why almighty God did you let my car DIE" So I called my aunties and my uncles and my parents and my sisters and let them know what was happening and asked if someone could help, and they said they would sort it out. So I kinda sat there in despair, contemplating walking into the fire station and asking for help. I sat there for 10 minutes waiting for a phone call and. . . . nothing.

I mustered whatever courage I had and pressed the firestation doorbell, only to turn around to see a huge fire engine pulling up in the driveway. I let them know the situation and they helped me out. They tried to jumpstart my car to no avail and offered for me to wait in the station until my aunty or uncle came to help. So I hung out with the firemen and talked about my nursing and talked to one fireman who used to be a nurse, I mentioned how I wanted to do missionary nursing and he told me that he had done that, he went to sudan and sierra leone and nnursed there for a couple years amongst other desolate places. And it was then I thought, maybe this is why God let my car break down. I mean of all places, a fire station? God is awesome.

My uncle eventually came and we got RACQ to come and it turned out that my battery wasnt charging so its flat and I need to get a new thing for the thing and replace the thingamabomma and the whatsamadoodle. And my uncle turned to me and said "It could be much worse"

And thats when I realized, it could have been so much worse, I could have broken down at 5:30am on my way to prac, I could have broken down on a highway, or in the middle of the road.

But I broke down in one of the safest places imaginable, I feel so stupid, because now I know I shouldn't have been asking "Why did I break down?" I should have been saying, "God, thank you that my car stopped somewhere safe and that I was able to get to prac this morning, thank you that you have blessed me with a family who has driven 40 minutes to help me and help me pay for a new battery"

See even though this sounds so trivial, it actually gave me a lot of faith, it almost, recharged my faith batteries in my exhausted heart, so I would not see the things that God DOESN'T do but the things he DOES do. When things happen in life, we need to worship God, give him the benefit of the doubt, know that what happens to us, he has prevented so much worse.

So anyway, all glory be to God! Have a wonderful Thursday evening and a beautiful Friday and know that God loves and adores every part of you and craves to be with you.

Love

Joy