Do you look for signs that God is watching over you? Do you feel that he is with you?
Yesterday, a friend of mine posted this on Facebook, “Funny how we don’t always see God’s hand as he moves us out of harm’s way.”
This is so true. I know it is.
You see, I am looking for a motorcycle. I found one in Clemson, South Carolina and went there yesterday to buy it. It was a 1996 BMW 1100 a Touring bike. I was so sure that I was going to buy the bike, that I didn’t take a trailer, I asked my daughter in law to go with me so she could drive my vehicle back.
I took the bike out for a test drive and loved the way it felt. The controls though were very unfamiliar and as I was turning around (In a Church parking lot no less), I inadvertently came to a stop while trying to cancel a turn signal and the unthinkable happened.
I dropped the bike. I didn’t get hurt, neither did the bike really. I was hardly moving. Blessing number 1 – God was with me and protected me.
I had not expected the weight. Over six hundred pounds. Once the bike started going down, I couldn’t stop it. But then I tried to lift the bike back up. I couldn’t do it. No matter how much I tried I couldn’t get it back up. Finally a good Samaritan came along, saw me struggling and helped me get the bike back upright. Sweating, shaken and ashamed that I had dropped the bike, I returned to the owner’s house and told him what had happened.
The owner understood. He wasn’t upset about me dropping the bike. He could have said, well you just bought a motorcycle! But he didn’t. Blessing number 2 – God surrounded me with good people.
Now I was faced with the question, ‘Do I buy the motorcycle and begin the 4 hour drive back to Lenoir City?’ or do I tell the owner I’m not going to buy the bike? There’s a lot of crow to eat there…I’ve driven four hours to get there. The owner has spent his time with me. I’ve got to drive the bike back. My daughter in law has given her whole day for this…How embarrassing this could be.
So, I asked the owner for a little time to think it over, so we went to eat some lunch. While we ate some really terrible food, I also sampled a little dish of Humble Pie. I called the owner, and told him I could not buy the bike. I loved it, but it was just too big and too heavy for me.
Blessing number 3 – God gave me the courage to be humble and admit that I had made a mistake.
So when my friend made her post on Facebook, I responded with, “And yet he does it again, and again, and …”
I love you God.