Brie Gowen

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Three Things God Says About COVID-19

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Nothing brings character out quite like crisis. You will see some of the most courageous people charge into a burning building, but sadly, you will also see the ones who knock down the weak, trampling them to escape calamity. You will see people who instill fear, take advantage of a bad situation, yet also the helpers, the ones who pick up the fallen, serve the weak, despite their own trepidation, and give more than they take. I would like to think that all followers of Jesus fall into only one of the above mentioned categories, but sadly we all can fall to fear, panic, and survival of the fittest. Yet, in a time of chaos and uncertainty, I believe God calls His children to a deeper level of trust in Him. So, consider this a friendly reminder, to all of us who profess the faith, to follow the commands God has put forth for us in His word.

Without further ado, here are three things God is telling us amidst COVID-19.

1. Stay home! I want to put this as best as I can. I completely understand the fear of losing financial resources. I totally do. Most of us don’t have a huge savings built up, but I’m trying to encourage a kingdom mindset amongst all of this. I want my brothers and sisters out there to try and see this situation as an opportunity to grow deeper in dependence and relationship with Jesus, to not fear the waves that come, but trust the one who controls the storms. It’s not the boat that will save you; it’s the One who controls the ocean. He will provide.

Also, let’s think about what’s important. Is it staying current on bills or human life? Trust me as a healthcare provider on the frontline of this. It’s serious. People are dying. Maybe not you, the healthy twenty-something, but you can be without symptoms at the beginning of the virus and pass it along to people you do care about. Your grandparents, your friend’s immune compromised child. Life will always trump bank balance.

Then there’s this little nugget.

Romans 13:1-2 (NIV)

Submission to Governing Authorities

13 Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. 2 Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves.

Please trust the experts in disease transmission on this. Let’s not listen to that mom in your private Facebook group.

I won’t say I believe every word from a politician’s mouth or especially the news, but I do obey the authorities God has placed over me. Our government has given very clear and strong recommendations, and a large number of people are still ignoring the highly educated, well established plans to slow the spread of this virus. You are hurting others, you are hurting yourself, and you are disobeying more than the president you don’t like. You’re disobeying scripture. Let’s humble ourselves under the authority God has placed over us, trust that His plans will prevail, and stay home! I’m a nurse and a Christian. I trust medical science, but above all my Savior. God has given us healthcare and healthcare providers with the knowledge to save us. Let’s trust that God-given wisdom that says staying home will keep this from getting bigger than our hospitals and medical supplies can handle. Please.

2. Stop hoarding food! I have had friends inquire of my family, if we have enough. Since we started living in an RV we have limited space for storage period. Our fridge is small, our pantry also. We can store about enough for a week for our family of five, and that means frequent grocery trips. This past week I went shopping after a twelve hour shift at the hospital bedside, and as most of you know, the shelves were bare. Yet as I made my way through the aisles I always found one to two of every item I needed, even if it wasn’t my typical brand. By the way, I only took one, leaving the other for the next person.

Matthew 6:25-27 (NIV)

Do Not Worry

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?

I’m reminded of the Israelites in the desert. God provided enough manna for each day. Some tried to take more and keep it for the next day, but He caused it to spoil. He wanted them to understand that He was their provider, and they could trust Him to give exactly what they needed. I’ll bet there’s a lot of people today who may end up throwing out some food they bought in over abundance, never realizing that God wanted to show them what He could give them.

Jesus came showing us how to be servants, showing us that the first would be last, and the last first. He saw people in need and He fed them. Never once did He hold onto what God had given Him and not share with the rest. He didn’t take all the fish and bread from the little boy and split it with His disciples. He thanked God for the little He had, then God multiplied that gratitude to feed five thousand. Imagine the blessings we are missing out on because instead of thanking God for what we’ve been given that we need, we’re taking more than enough right out of the hands of the hungry. It’s going to rot.

2 Timothy 1:7 ESV

For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.

Don’t let fear drive your actions. I love my family, and I feel the need to take care of them. I understand that you want to get your family what they need, but stop and consider the fact that fear is driving you to load up a shopping cart with sixteen cases of water and twelves packs of toilet paper.

Which leads us to the third yet biggest commandment He’s speaking during this time.

3. Do not fear!

I say it again. Do. Not. Fear. There’s a reason this is the most repeated phrase in scripture. You see, fear is from the devil, and fear is a liar. Is all this kinda scary? You betcha butt! I am walking into a lockdown, negative air pressure, isolation, COVID-19 unit at work. Tons of healthcare providers around the country are doing this. If we let fear rule our actions, we would shut them all in a room and let nature take its course, but no, we go in and provide the very best, life-saving care we can. Are we afraid of catching the virus, or perhaps spreading it to our family? Of course! But we don’t let fear dominate and rule our actions. The reason the Bible says so frequently not to fear is because God knows we will. Sin has created some really crazy, frightening things out there, but faith in Jesus gives us a mode to combat fear and not let it rule our hearts and lives. He has overcome all evil, and COVID is no different. Even death has lost its sting, y’all. I serve a creator who gives eternal life, and the gift He offers is bigger than the most fatal of diseases.

Do you think this surprises God? Do you think He is as shocked as we all are by the death toll in Italy? No!

Psalm 139:16 ESV

Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

God knows beginning to end. He knew this was coming, and He knows how it will end. He knows the solution. He knows the good that will come from this. What the enemy means for evil, God will turn to our good. We have a tendency to forget that.

God is whispering amongst the chaos,

come to me, all who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest. I will give you peace. I do not give as the world gives. Take comfort, for I have overcome the world. There it is. Do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wasteland and streams in the desert. Hope like a river, it flows to those who trust in me. Do not be afraid. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. Your foot will not strike the stone. I will rescue you.

If I were to offer any advice during this time of social distancing it would be this. Use this time to read the Bible. Y’all! There’s a wealth of truth and wisdom from the Lord inside those pages. Let them be a healing balm to your worried soul. Let them guide your decisions so that fear doesn’t lead you, but His peace sustains you. Listen to the real expert on what’s happening. Don’t just take my word for it.

When You Feel Like God Has Forgotten You

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“She was scared at first,” I told my husband.

I walked towards the lounge chair he had saved for me, while my six year old ran off to find her sisters. My middle child and I had just rode a lazy river ride together while the rest of the family went on to another wading pool with mini water slides.

“What in the world did she have to be afraid of?” he asked in exasperation.

I thought about how the water rushed rapidly as we had approached it, walking down the narrow aisle with rails on each side, a stack of people behind us, making it difficult to turn around even if you wanted to.

She had spoke softly, “I’m scared,” while gnawing nervously on a chunk of her wet, blond hair.

I had explained to her that I was there, and that I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. I relayed this to my husband as we sat poolside afterwards.

“I’ll be holding you the whole time,” I had encouraged her.

My husband shook his head incredulously as I retold the conversation with our middle daughter.

“I don’t think they understand the lengths we would go to to protect them,” my husband mused.

I replied, “now we know how God must feel.”

God tells us over and over in His Word, the Bible, that He will protect us.

“Be still.”

“Fear not.”

“I will never leave you.”

“I uphold you.”

“Don’t be anxious about your life.”

“Cast your anxieties on me.”

“Behold, I am with you.”

“I will strengthen you, I will help you.”

“The Lord is near to the broken-hearted.”

“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.”

“In this world you will have trouble, but take heart, I have overcome the world.”

“The hairs of your head are numbered.”

“I am the good shepherd, I lay down my life for my sheep.”

As a parent, I can tell my daughters again and again not to be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to them. I would die to protect them. They know this is true! Yet…

How often do I feel like a timid child, a small, soft-spoken six year old that a stiff wind could blow down? I, too, know my Heavenly Father will protect me. Yet…

When the scary current threatens to take me into deep waters.

When the illnesses come with age.

When the bank account dwindles and there’s not enough money to go around.

When people hurt me.

When my enemies come against me.

When I cannot see His face.

Twenty years ago God gave me a vision, and in this vision I was a small, towheaded wisp of a child, similar in appearance to my petite six year old now. In my vision I ran across a large field of green grass. My ABBA Father watched me from the porch of our farmhouse. He watched as I ran farther and farther from the safety of the house. I imagined I must be like a tiny, barely visible dot at the perimeter of the yard. I reached the fence, but that didn’t stop me. Still I ran. At some point I tripped over something and I fell. Tears ran down my cheeks as I looked at the bloody mess I had made of my knee. I was all alone, hurt, and it was my fault. I think I cried as much for the pain of my own heart as I did the ache in my knee. When suddenly a large hand reached for mine. It was Him. Papa.

He helped me up, He brushed the dirt off me, and He lovingly placed a bandage on my knee.

“How did you find me, Daddy?” I asked. “I was so far from home.”

“I was always with you,” He answered softly.

I wish I could tell you that after that, in my own life as an adult, that I never left Papa’s front yard. I wish I could say I didn’t hop the fence. Most of all, I wish I could say I never fell again, but I cannot. I still fall; some just harder than others. What I can say is this. Even at a point in my life when I fell the hardest, and when I was the farthest away, when I called His name I heard the answer.

“I am here.”

Never forgotten, never abandoned, loved beyond what I deserved.

This morning as I prayed about life, fending off melancholy over an area of life where I felt I had failed and fallen short, I felt the Lord speak.

“You know, sometimes what the world may call falling, I simply call redirection.”

If indeed I believed that the paths God laid down for me were the ones that succeeded, then I had to know His redirection was always for my good. And in life when I felt like I had fallen, He was always there with a big, comforting hand, soothing balm for my hurts, and a gentle voice of truth that said, “this way, child.”

Falling doesn’t mean forgotten. As children of God we feel like when we fail God is absent, sitting up high on a cloud, smirking over the idiocy of His creation. We cower under fear of this cruel world because we think we are alone. We assume Dad has left us to our own devices. We see the fast current, hear the rushing sound of water, and we are afraid, even when He is right there beside us. It’s human nature.

But aren’t you glad He patiently encourages us, over and over again, like you would a child?

“Do not be afraid. I am here.”

The One Breakup I’m Grateful For

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Most of us have been through bad relationships. You know the kind I’m talking about. It’s the kind of relationship that doesn’t inspire you to grow as a person, but actually makes you feel less. It’s the kind of awful influence on your life that hurts you in the long run. You feel comfortable with it, so you keep it around, even though you know it’s killing you. You just can’t let go. You get to a point where you don’t even know how. This type of relationship cripples you, it changes you, and it even makes you where you don’t recognize yourself anymore. Why do we do this to ourselves?!

The thing for me was that I knew I wanted to kick it to the curb, but after a while the negative aspects of it are almost like breathing. A passive inhalation and exhalation. So natural to fall into the bad habit.

I knew it was holding me back! I couldn’t succeed like I wanted to. I couldn’t obtain the things in life I desired. It was like a dream-crusher, and I felt paralyzed in the steel grip that held me like a vise. Heck, it was my vise. I had to let it go. I didn’t want to be on my deathbed looking back at a life half-lived and regret a thing.

If you’re anything like me, you probably tried to end it time and time again. You’d make your mind up to breakup once and for all, but then it wouldn’t happen. Whether it was current circumstances, lack of support, or whatever, you’d push it off.

I, personally, would wake up and say, “this is it. Today is the day. I’m done. I’m tired of waking up feeling this way! The dread, the failure, the worry. It’s exhausting!”

But then I’d live that day just like the one before it. Talk about exhausting. When you want to breakup so bad, but you can’t, it makes you feel like a failure.

I’m not sure what finally changed, but it was like a giant kick in the tail. One day, just like hundreds before it, I woke up determined to live this way no longer. I prayed! Oh God, did I pray! I prayed like crazy! I think the thing that eventually made that epic day different was finally opening my eyes. Like, for real opening them. That’s the problem, you know? We go blind. We get so used to one way of living that we totally forget how it’s supposed to be. In our ignorance, we think defeat is normal! We forget how to live. Really live.

I can still remember how it felt. It was wonderful! In that moment, I knew I was done. I was finished with it. The veil had been lifted from my vision, and I knew that from that point forward I was free. I had said enough was enough, but more importantly I had finally understood and believed the fact that I was worth more. I mean, I deserved more too. I wasn’t a victim anymore. I was a victor. It was the best day of my life, and it still is. Usually breakups are painful, and while the process to get to this one was, the actual letting go part was freeing. It was a breakup I could be thankful for, one I could celebrate escaping.

It was the day I broke up with fear.

My codependent relationship with fear had ruled my life for too long. By opening my eyes to who I was, I could let fear go.

You see, I was (and am) a child of the King. My Father in Heaven was all-powerful, all-knowing, and infinite. His power could conquer death, and as a co-heir with Christ, so could I. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, in this world could harm me. Not really. I had eternity on my side. Even if a train squashed me, this life was but a breath in the long run. If my children died, I would see them again in Heaven. No illness could take my salvation. No tragedy could break me forever. No loss could make me lose Jesus in my life. In fact, nothing could separate me from Him. Nothing. Being ruled by fear wasn’t simply a lack of faith, like I had assumed. It was a lack of seeing the facts for what they were. I had absolutely nothing to fear. The only thing fear could do was lie to me.

That’s right. Fear was a liar. It told me my circumstances and the what-if’s were bigger than my God. It told me to fear the storm, even though my Savior commanded the very wind. It told me to place my security in the boat, and that was the biggest lie of all! Why? Because boats sink! Of course, if I placed my hope in a boat saving me I would be crippled by fear. But a hope in Jesus is unsinkable. To see that was the only way to breakup with fear for good. My boat (whether money, relationships, or status) couldn’t save me. I didn’t have to fear a sinking ship when I could walk on water with Jesus. That’s what eternity is, you know. It’s like finally being able to defy the stuff that tried to overtake you in this life.

In my heart I knew nothing could stand against my God, and as His beloved, I knew nothing could stand against me. Sure, the world would try. It would make me sick, it would take loved ones from me. Bills would come, businesses would fail. Bad news would arrive, and horrible accidents would occur. But all those things were just a passing fog. Those were things of this world, and my hope was beyond all that. I was anchored in eternity. So why would a passing storm cause me to quiver?

Once I saw the truth, once I remembered to see with my earthly eyes what the truth spoke to my heart, I was able to tell fear he wasn’t welcome here anymore.

“It’s not me,” I explained. “It’s you. You’re a liar. I can do better than you. I’m tired of having a problem with commitment. So I’m investing myself in a real relationship. One that will last forever. Don’t let the door hitcha! Booya!”

Why 2019 Will Be No Different For You Than 2018

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The New Year approaches, and as I scroll through my Facebook newsfeed I see all the typical posts about bidding a much-anticipated ado to this year. They are not so much hope-filled posts as they are desperate declarations that surely the next year will be an improvement on the current one. Surely all the garbage will cease, the pouring rain of bad luck will let off, and something good will finally happen in the coming year. See ya later, 2018, and bring me some good news New Year! Well, I have to be honest, my friends, for many of us I don’t think a thing will change. I suppose it’s better you know now than a false idea of a stellar year ahead. Too much?

I wish I had a dollar for every post, meme, or update I’ve seen that declares 2019 will be different, and the one that I’ve seen the most totes the grand decision to cut negative people out of your life in the coming year. For surely if you can shake the dust of the Debbie Downers from your feet then things will start to look up. Surely. I remember thinking that was what I really needed to do to finally feel better. Out with the drama, and in with the positivity! Bam.

I mean, we’ve all had those people. You know the ones I’m talking about. They’re the people who manage to make you feel like crap, no matter what, and I certainly had a few people like that on my list. Even family, the people who should be your biggest supporters, and sadly the people that you feel guilty for cutting out of your life. I can recall a point where I finally felt a peace for letting those folks go.

It’s like the Lord told me, “you can forgive someone and not be their friend.”

Through His wisdom I realized that some people did consistently bring me down, and I could forgive them for that. But I didn’t have to hang out with them to prove my forgiveness. It was okay to distance myself from darkness, to walk in an environment that edified me.

But guess what? Things didn’t really improve that much. I still was bothered by it all. I allowed broken relationships to break me, and negative circumstances to shake me. And shake me hard. I was a victim of my environment, if you will. So if everything looked up, so did I, but if the wind threatened to blow over my little boat, I was afraid.

For most of us, 2019 will be the same as 2018, not because we don’t desire for it to be better, but because we are trying to change the wrong things. We’re quick to change our friends, change our jobs, and change our eating habits, but we’re slow to change ourselves and our mindsets. We’re eager to cut out negative people, but not quite so enthusiastic about cutting out the negative parts of ourselves. We strive to change our circumstances, determined to spend less money or exercise more. And these things aren’t without merit! They’re typically good ideas, but unless we also change how we react to our current situation, nothing will ever get better.

I had to get to a place in my life where I didn’t just cut out the negative people, but I also personally stopped being so affected by other’s opinion of me. I couldn’t just start managing my money better, but I also had to be content in my circumstances. I had to trust God to provide, surrender financial fear to Him, and not desire a life beyond my means. I couldn’t be a woman of circumstances, a woman affected by the storms of life, a woman whose feelings were based on the situation at hand. I had to expand my vision, seeing with a kingdom mindset, so that when the wind threatened to blow down my castle, I just laughed!

I had to become a woman who let go of control, and who surrendered perfection. I had to realize my happiness wasn’t based on my children’s love for me, my husband’s compliments, or even my waist size. It wasn’t contingent on my friendships with other women, my bank account balance, or the security I felt in insurance premiums paid. It wasn’t even dependent on my good health, for I could get hit by a bus any given day. In the end it came down to fear and control. I could no longer fear the things I couldn’t control. Which happened to be just about everything.

So why does one year end and another begin, yet nothing changes? Life is still hard, bad things happen, and trouble comes our way. Family gets sick, loved ones die, and something around the house breaks down. Jobs are lost, savings accounts dwindle, and muscles start to ache regularly. Relationships end, the promotion goes to someone else, and the book you wrote still isn’t published. We can change none of these things, so where does the hope lie?

Jesus

I read something this morning that jumped out to me. It said,

God has to take me through the process of getting unstuck from what’s been holding me captive before I can take a stand. – Lysa Terkeurst

All this to say, your future will never change until you change yourself. And that doesn’t mean changing your circumstances or your environment, or even your habits. Yes, changing those things are good, but in truth you must change how you see those things. The fact is, your situation doesn’t make your life what it is. Your life is what it is because of who you are, and you are a child of God! Having that heritage is the lifesaver you require, because even if the wind blows and does tip over your boat, it doesn’t matter. Your God will save you. This life on earth, and all the circumstances therein are but window dressing. They’re simply a foretaste of the divine, a precursor to eternity. Therefore when circumstances rock your boat, you can keep your thoughts steady on the eternal mindset of the life that awaits you beyond this one.

How do you change 2019? By changing your view of it. The future is nothing to fear, nothing you strive to control and change, but rather something you surrender. Surrender old thoughts that say earthy things matter more than they do. If it’s not going to Heaven with you, then I wouldn’t waste too many tears on it. Rather anticipate with great joy and hope a future without tears, without broken relationships, busted pipes, and aging bodies. Look fondly forward with love to a future that you will not need to improve, but that already is everything you desire. Keep your eyes on that promised future, take along everyone you can, and enjoy enthusiastically the time you have before that day comes. Enjoy each moment, despite the wind that blows and troubles that come. Let those storms strengthen and mold you into something better.

In other words, enjoy 2018, and 2019 will simply follow suit.

Why Tunnel Vision is a Good Thing

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I sat on the couch praying in earnest. I had woken early, something I tend to do when worried, and as I sat on my sofa sipping coffee I sought the Lord to ease my anxious heart. It was all I knew to do.

Suddenly I saw myself standing in the ocean. My feet rested on a floating dock, but I could see the water washing over my bare toes. A storm raged in the distance, and I watched as it approached quickly. Waves upon waves grew and swelled. I could tell from how they were building that I wouldn’t last long in the middle of it all. Logic told me so. I would drown.

My worries that woke me that morning had come from financial concerns. My paycheck had been a lot less than I had planned, allowances and reimbursements expected had not been included by pure accidental oversight, and it had forced me to shift things around in my budget, to delay payment on some bills. As a person who desired orderly ducks all in a row, this was unacceptable. My mind began to spin with worst-case scenarios and possible pitfalls.

In my vision of standing solitarily in the sea, the waves continued to bombard me, much as warring worries were doing in the present. But as I stood alone, frightened by the surging waters and darkened skies, Jesus appeared to me. He kinda took me off guard. He didn’t appear in the distance like a white knight on His trusty stead, but rather materialized into my arms, like He had been there all along. He was holding me tightly, embracing me, making me forget the storm, and just as suddenly as I focused on His embrace, the storm disappeared. Like it had never existed in His steady presence.

In the world the term tunnel vision is typically considered a bad thing. It connotes being so focused on a particular thing that you can’t see anything else. But is that really a negative trait to have?

In my life I could easily focus on my financial troubles and how they defined me as a provider for my family and budgeter.

After going back to work full time I noticed my young children had become closer to their father, and they seemed to depend on him more than me. Their apparent favoritism for him, in my eyes, brought me some sadness, making me feel like I wasn’t as important as a mother as I used to be.

I had recently written an article I put much time and thought into. I was proud of my work, but it hadn’t been received as favorably as I intended. The lack of fanfare and enthusiasm from the public left me feeling deflated as a writer.

As I got older my hormones were dropping and surging, causing me mood swings and a billion other symptoms. As a woman I felt crazy at times emotionally, unstable, and this bled into my relationships with others. It was often times overwhelming.

But as I’ve been bombarded by the waves of emotions, problems, and roles in my life that I think define me, I realize tunnel vision is needed. My children’s feelings for me no more define me than my ability to pay a bill on time, or my success as a writer. They’re all things that exist in my life, but when I focus on the instability of these things as my reason for being or my definition of self, I’m often left disappointed. In truth it’s who I am in Jesus that defines me. Therefore it’s His truth and His voice I must focus on.

When the storms of life rage, because, by golly, they will, it’s a strict tunnel vision I must maintain to keep from drowning. I cannot look to the left, or to the right. In Matthew 14 when Peter attempted his walk on the water, it was his fear of the wind and sea that made him sink. Had he kept his eyes firmly on the Lord he would have stayed afloat, I do believe. There’s a lesson there.

It’s not our problems that define us, nor our shortcomings. It’s not our roles in this world, or our fear of failure. It’s our heritage as sons and daughters of God that defines us, and it’s our ability to focus on that truth that keeps us afloat in this world. When we take our eyes off truth we believe lies. When we take our focus off Jesus we are afraid. There is no fear in love. But you have to focus firmly on love to keep out fear. You have to maintain a tunnel vision that is so set on the light that no darkness can peek through. In Him we are enough; no matter what the storms may say.

When Jesus Took the Wheel

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Have you ever had a situation occur and immediately you say, “thank you, Lord.” It’s like you just know immediately God intervened on your behalf, spoke to your heart, protected your life, and worked a miracle just for you. Sometimes these situations are big, and sometimes they are small, but they are always wonderful. Whether you call it a whisper from the Lord, or as I usually refer to them, as a God wink, it is divine intervention. It’s Jesus taking the wheel. In this story… literally.

It was late, and I was exhausted. That’s typically what happens after a full day of homeschooling, housework, and then an exciting night of festive fun. I drove through the dark night in my warm minivan with three darling daughters strapped in behind me. I could feel my fatigue, and you know how sometimes when you drive home tired it’s like you’re on autopilot? That was me. I was going through the motions and the routine of a familiar drive home.

As we crested a hill before the turn into my neighborhood I noticed a yellow street sign of caution on the side of the roadway. It’s weathered appearance proved to me it had always been there, but for some reason even though I had driven that road thousands of times, I never recalled noticing the sign before. Sometimes you just don’t notice your surroundings. But there it beamed in cautionary brilliance for the first time to my eyes.

Dangerous Intersection Ahead

Dangerous intersection ahead, I reread to myself, and I thought, it sure is. I had always known it was. My turn sat on the top of a hill, and it was one of those blind positions, that made visibility difficult when it came to oncoming cars. Whether pulling out onto the main road, or whether turning off the main road into my neighborhood, it was indeed a dangerous intersection. Sure, I’d always known that.

I drove onward in a “well duh” kinda attitude, making my way towards my turn. It was dark, like I mentioned before, so that made things easier when it came to seeing oncoming traffic. So as I came to my left hand turn I noticed that no headlights were coming my way. The way was clear with no waiting necessary, but a split second before I cut to the left I heard a warning in my head.

Dangerous Intersection Ahead, it blared, and despite zero traffic in sight I came to a complete stop just to make sure.

Immediately a car with dimmed headlights crested the hill, and I chuckled nervously and lightheartedly. Thank you, Lord.

I knew I was tired. I knew I had not seen that car. I knew without the street sign being pointed out to me, and without God rereading it to my spirit, I most likely would have quickly and distractedly, driven by familiar routine, turned my vehicle full of my children right in front of that oncoming car. Thank you, Lord, I didn’t.

He does this, a lot, you know? To us all. And we don’t even realize it. Many times we call it luck, or we say, “that was a close call;” never seeing that it was the hand of God delivering us. We miss the fact that the inconvenient delays are God’s protection, or that the Beware, Not This Way’s are His signs. They are everywhere. There’s no such thing as luck, only Jesus, or even His angel armies creating a hedge of protection all around. So when you consider telling Jesus to take the wheel, consider the fact that He already has. Now that is comforting!