My
car shook with a “clunk clunk” sound in the middle of afternoon traffic on
Highway 183 South. But following me in her car was my co-worker, Cynthia. I managed to pull over and park, and minutes
later Cynthia pulled up next to me. Just
as I lifted the hood and was wondering whether to call for a tow, a man in a
truck pulled up and offered to help. He
spoke very knowledgeably and as I walked over to him I saw that the insignia on
his shirt read Arbor Car Wash and Lube.
As it turned out, amazingly, all I had to do was drive a few feet to the
Arbor garage parking lot to get my car checked.
Within a few minutes, a kind mechanic at that shop had run a diagnostic
and told me the error codes. No
charge. Soon I was on my way and Cynthia
continued on to do her errand.
The
second fortunate event was the next morning when I pulled into the Firestone
Station to have my car serviced. I was
there the first thing early, and the service manager offered to do a free
routine check and to use the information given me by the other mechanic to diagnose
the car – saving me $100. As I waited in
the customer lounge, I was shocked to see my good friend Elizabeth, whom I had
not seen in years, walk in the door. We
embraced with enthusiasm, and then spent the next 45 minutes pleasantly
catching up and encouraging one another in the Lord. When her car was ready but mine was not, she
offered to drive me home.
Back
at home, I made some breakfast and had only taken a few bites when my office
manager, Karen, pulled up in front of my house.
She had kindly offered to take me to work. I thought I might as well get some hours in
at the office, and then later call
someone else to take me back to my car.
That’s
when the third fortunate event occurred.
As we drove toward Hwy 183 North, we had not gone more than a couple
miles when my cell phone rang. It was
the Firestone manager, and my car was ready for pick up. So quickly!
Then just up ahead of us, I caught
a glimpse of the Firestone Station, so I quickly shouted to Karen, “Turn right
here, turn here!” She was able, instead
of veering left onto the entrance ramp of Highway 183, to make a quick right
turn, and drop me right back at the door of the Firestone Station.
This
was a bit too much for me. I was dazzled
by the split-second orchestration of each event since the previous day. It was as if an invisible hand had moved the
chess pieces of all our lives around in perfect harmony – meeting my needs
perfectly and even blessing a few others along the way. I hadn’t prayed, except a quick “Help me”
when my car started to shake, yet it was as if God was right there in the midst
of us.
I
did have to spend a significant sum for the repair, which I had not been
anticipating, but I got in my full day of work on both days – didn’t miss a
beat. And I suspect that the God who orchestrated
all of these fortunate events, will also be able to handle my repair bill.
