Sue’s Note: The following personal story was written by me in the early 2000’s. In 2007, it was published in Therese Marszalek’s book of short stories entitled, Extraordinary Miracles in the Lives of Ordinary People…Inspiring Stories of Divine Intervention.
I hadn’t thought about this story until a few evening’s ago when my daughter told me about our oldest granddaughter’s disappointment over the demise of the trustworthy car, Pearl, she’d driven during college.
It was interesting to re-visit this personal experience, an experience that impacted me in profound, life-changing ways. It reinforced for me not only the value of our personal stories but also of the unique ways in which God intertwines a timeless, extraordinary Divine story into our ordinary everyday lives.
I hope you’ll enjoy the next three or four posts and that in reading about how God intersected my story, you will recognize ways in which God has intersected your story or even how God may be trying to intersect that story in your current life season.
It was just another ordinary October day when I, an ordinary working woman, once again got into my car, backed out of our garage and headed to work.
Fall is my favorite season. I revel in the brilliant colors, spicy smells, and clear, crisp days, but this particular autumn morning, I struggled with melancholy feelings. The melancholy came as I considered the winter season looming on my calendar’s horizon.
Winter in Coeur d’Alene, my hometown, can be magical. Snow blankets abundant evergreens. Mystical fog hovers over pristine lakes surrounding our lovely resort city. But, for me, the magic was obscured because winter meant day after long, dark, dreary day, commuting in often hazardous driving conditions forty miles to my job in Spokane, Washington.
I was blessed with a good job. I enjoyed stimulating, rewarding work. The job wasn’t my problem. The daily commute was my complaint, and it frequently headlined my morning prayers. I “whined” to God, declaring in no uncertain terms, I wanted to be delivered from commuting. In those days, I often tried convincing The Almighty I knew what was best. That day, as I told God once again my circumstances should change, was no different.
Since youngest childhood, prayer has always been part of my life. I’ve never doubted God’s availability to me through the avenue of prayer. But, my requests were often self-centered, consisting of “gimme, please.” Prior to that morning, I’d never developed a consistent and disciplined prayer life.
For me, prayer was about to change. On this ordinary autumn workday, I imagine God may have said, “It’s time I reveal something to my child. While she may be ordinary, I am not.”
The Old Testament prophet, Elijah, described hearing God in a “still, small voice.” That morning, while driving to work in my Toyota Camry on I-90, somewhere between Idaho and Washington, I felt certain the same voice, which had spoken to Elijah millennia before, spoke to me. Though not audible, the “still, small voice” pressed into the depths of my spirit, and I recognized the message.
That memorable morning the voice said, “I want you to live in Coeur d’Alene; I want you to work in Spokane; and furthermore, I want you to turn this car into your prayer closet.”
Sue’s Note: In my next post, I’ll discuss how I responded to the “still, small voice,” which I’m convinced to this day was a Divine voice. And, I’d like to encourage you to consider your own “still, small voice” experience.
- How did you respond?
- What did you learn?
- How has your trust in God changed as a result?
Until next time, I pray God will bless your ordinary days in extraordinary ways…