Friday, June 14, 2019

Divine Intervention

Yesterday was one of those days that, when you look back and do a rerun, you ask, “What just happened?”

It went like this:

My husband and I have an ongoing private joke about me refusing to update to a newer model car because I don’t want to give up my ‘real’ key. I’ve proclaimed I would drive my 2011 Tucson until the wheels fall off. Not because I am opposed to new technology but because I just hate giving up what works well in exchange for something more complex, more expensive, and demanding. New for the sake of being new.

More importantly, I don’t like being owned by my things and I fight tooth and toenail to prevent that modern reality from taking over my life.

So, yesterday morning, as hubby was leaving for work, he, knowing that I was taking my car in for service, said, “Hope you get the color you want.” Ha ha ha.

When I took my car in, my only intention was to get it checked over, oil changed and tires rotated. I brought my computer to do some work on a project I’m wrapping up. When I had nothing left to do I closed my computer and people watched. Salesmen roaming about looking for potential buyers, potential buyers looking at models on the sales floor, repair techs explaining to waiting customers what their cars needed.

All the while, I kept having a running conversation with God about whether or not I should actually upgrade. One of my last thoughts before things started to change was, “Thank You, Lord, that I have a good reliable car and that I don’t need to get a new one.”  I also, still not sure what I should consider doing or not doing, said, “I will sit here and if no one comes up to me, I will go home in my trusty all paid for car.”

Then the strangest thing happened. I opened my computer and went to the website of the dealership I was sitting in. I opened the page of New Inventory. I scrolled down. Among the usual blacks, whites, silvers, one red, one blue, there was one bronze. 

Now here’s where it gets good.

Just as I was looking at the Tucson on my computer, a salesman walked by and for a split second we locked eyes. For some reason I cannot explain, I crooked my finger to invite him over. He came up, I turned my computer and showed him the car I was looking at.

You can guess the rest of the story, except maybe not this part:

During the inevitable time it took to process the paperwork, my salesman, Lou, and I had some interesting conversations. Among them, and most importantly, we talked about the reality of Divine Intervention and how it shows up when you least expect it but you always know that is what it was.

And then, just to make it more phenomenal, while sitting with the finance manager, he and I also connected spiritually, in the way you don’t usually risk taking nowadays. He got it. At the end, papers all signed, Lou coming to do the technical handoff, the three of us stood in his office and understood with very few words that this was a moment of Divine Intervention and not one of us knew why or how far reaching it was. It just was and that’s all we needed to know. The possibilities are endless.

I don’t understand for what or why this came about but I do know that it was not about me getting a new or better car. I thanked God for what I had and He accepted that genuine gratitude and then set things in motion for His reasons.

While we think we are all in control, we set our minds on this thing, this way, or that, all we really have to do is be open vessels, and, as my son once said, get out of our own way, and then we get to experience the exquisite joy of not just being in His will but, as Oswald Chambers proclaimed - we get to BE His will.

I’m all good with that. Even though now I have the dreaded electronic key, I won’t complain because I know there is a really good reason. 

For Him,


  1. I love how God is always at the Center of everything you do. There is no better way to be and you have always set the best example for us all. Love you Meema!