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Sue’s Note: Today’s post is the third segment of a story I wrote during the early 2000’s.[1]

I hope you’ll enjoy this post, and that in reading about how God intersected my story, you will recognize ways in which God has intersected your story.

The last post ended:

     Several months passed, and I decided I needed a partner to support my new spiritual journey. I asked my friend, Jackie, if I could routinely check in with her. We started meeting weekly. One week we discussed the short-term mission trip to Africa she would make with her husband, Duane, a surgeon.

     While Duane spent long hours in a Cameroon mission hospital, Jackie experienced great joy conducting Bible studies for native women searching for truth that transcends time, ethnicity, age, race or gender. My friend updated me regularly via e-mail messages providing personal glimpses into rich African culture.

     One of Jackie’s messages altered my life.

Now, I continue:

     Jackie had been teaching a study on The Lord’s Prayer. As an aside, she told me, she shared the story about how her friend in the United States prayed according to exit markers while commuting to work. Afterward, Jackie said, a woman approached her excitedly, sharing she too prayed according to the markers along the road while she “trekked” one hour each day to and from work. The African woman told my American friend she didn’t think another person in the world prayed like her, and said my story encouraged her.

     Tears welled, splashing down my cheeks as I re-read Jackie’s e-mail.

     Coincidental? I think not.

     I believe the God who knows everything and loves everyone miraculously linked the hearts of two ordinary working women living continents apart.

     A plethora of emotions erupted as I pondered the woman in Africa with whom I shared this unusual bond. First, I felt humbled for all the time I spent complaining to God. While I commuted in a comfortable car, heated in winter and air conditioned in summer, the woman in Cameroon walked unprotected during dreadful summer heat and torrential monsoon rains.

     Jackie’s story of the African woman reinforced a sense of God’s divine love for me. In turn, I felt greater love for God, and I also felt deep love for this woman, whose skin color was different than mine, whose culture was unfamiliar and whose name I had not yet learned.

     I knew God understood when I added my “commuting friend from Cameroon” to my freeway prayer agenda.

     Also dawning, was new awareness of a larger meaning for my existence. As I prayed for my friend in Cameroon, I felt a deep sense of global connectedness even though I had never traveled internationally.

     The next year when Jackie and Duane made a second trip to Africa, I sent my friend a letter and bookmark with a poem I’d written. Jackie returned with a letter and family picture. I now knew my friend’s name was Pauline. She had a husband and three sons who were about the same ages as my grandchildren.

     My prayers changed. I often prayed for Pauline and her family right after praying for my married daughter and her family. She became more than my commuting friend. She was my spiritual African daughter.

     In the following years, Jackie and Duane took pictures of our family, gifts for each family member plus a check to help with the boys’ educational expenses. Pauline told me the little boys ask when they will see their “grandmom from America.”

     I found it hard to imagine. The journey of prayer, begun in my car when I said, “Okay, God, I can do that,” had miraculously spanned the globe.

     Several years have passed since my prayer journey began. My husband finally convinced me I needed to trade in my Toyota prayer closet with its 242,000 miles. Sadly, I bid farewell to the little green car that frequently felt as holy as a beautiful cathedral, a sacred sanctuary where my spirit joined with the God of the Universe.

     I look in the mirror, confirming I remain an ordinary woman. But, I now realize I am intimately connected to an extraordinary God. He knows my name. He values me so much He whispered gently and convincingly, inviting me to join with Him on a journey—an exciting lifelong adventure—sure to be filled with many more extraordinary moments.

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While I commuted in a comfortable car, heated in winter and air conditioned in summer, the woman in Cameroon trekked unprotected during dreadful summer heat and torrential monsoon rains. And, God was teaching each of us valuable lessons on our individual journeys.

Sue’s Note: As I conclude this trip down memory lane, thoughts have surfaced about the impact of this experience on my journey today. In a future post, I’ll review some of those insights. Until then, I’d like to ask you to consider:

  • What experience (or experiences) from your past have impacted your faith journey?

Today, wherever you are on your journey, I’m asking God to bless you…

Sue Reeve

  1. In 2007, this story was published in Therese Marszalek’s book of short stories entitled, Extraordinary Miracles in the Lives of Ordinary People…Inspiring Stories of Divine Intervention.



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.

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     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…

Sue Reeve