One of the first times I remember being really tested with my newfound willingness to honor God’s design for me as a wife was during the summer of 2012.
Our family was heading for Myrtle Beach, SC for several days of vacation. Our son was 8 and our daughter was 3.
Greg and I loaded up the minivan to overflowing with all the things we would need for the trip. We all piled in and strapped into our seatbelts. And when Greg tried to start the car… nothing.
He was able to jump the battery with his old Honda CRV and we were on our way. As we passed by the Advanced Auto Parts store, I mentioned casually, “If you want to stop and let them check the battery, that would be totally fine.”
But Greg said, “No, I think we just left the doors open too long when we were packing and it drained the battery. I think we’ll be fine.”
I decided to consciously trust him and trust God in that moment. I would have rather stopped to check the battery. The old me would have demanded that we did that. But I didn’t panic, and just contentedly enjoyed reading my book.
When we got to Myrtle Beach, we unpacked and explored the beautiful condo and beach area. A few hours later, we loaded back into the minivan to go to supper. The car wouldn’t start.
We were parked head first in a parking garage on the first floor. There were cars on both sides of us. There was no wall in front of us, but there was a large landscaped area that was at least 10-12 feet wide. No one was around.
I didn’t panic. We were not in danger. I just gave Greg a smile that said, “You’ve got this! I trust you.” I gave the kids some Oreos and continued enjoying my book.
About 5-10 minutes later, a man approached Greg and asked if he needed help. He said that he bought 12 ft jumper cables 2 weeks earlier. His wife had told him he didn’t need them and he shouldn’t bring them on their trip. But he did, anyway. Just in case.
Greg and this man (who sure seemed like an angel from the Lord sent at just the perfect time) got the car started. Greg went directly to Walmart and replaced the battery and we went on to supper and had a lovely week at the beach together.
The old me would have lectured, preached, sulked, and held onto resentment. The old me would have ruined the whole evening, and maybe the whole week over that incident.
The new me realized that God provided for us when I trusted Him. In ways I couldn’t have imagined. He prompted this stranger to buy the supplies we would need 2 weeks earlier!?!? And brought him to us at just the right time.
I couldn’t help but wonder how many other times I panicked and tried to force things to go my way and missed out on God’s miracles and provision.
This past week, I have thought a lot about that day with the minivan battery. The way I trusted God and trusted Greg to figure things out and I just rested in their love and provision for me, no worries at all.
God doesn’t have to worry about unexpected things happening to Him, thankfully. He is sovereign. He is good. He is all-knowing and all-wise.
So here we all are, in the midst of something that could be frightening if we didn’t know God and didn’t have His love, provision, and promises. But He is with us. If we know Jesus, we are not in this alone. He is right here with us.
How much more can I trust God to provide for me right now than with the minivan incident?
I don’t have to figure everything out. I don’t have to know the plan. My job is just to focus on the things God has asked me to do: love Him and love others, share the gospel, and make disciples. And I can just go right on resting in His great love for me and in His provision.
No, I don’t know God’s plans or exactly how things will work out. But I know Him. And I know He has me. He has us. And I trust Him.