God talks to me in the funniest ways and I am so grateful that we have that kind of relationship. He knows how to get my full, undivided attention in the most rushing and intense moments of my life. His gentle whispers quiet my at times deafening world and make me stop in my tracks to listen to what He needs me to learn or remember.
So today, I GOT STRANDED. I was on my way to passport health to get my last vaccine before I head out in 15 days, I left my job early, and hit the open road. There I was, gettin’ my worship on, half way to my destination and my gas gage flipped on. Without even thinking, I knew were the next gas station was so I moseyed my way over to the BP. When I got there I grabbed my mustard yellow wallet and looked for my cards; and it hit me like a ton of bricks… I HAD NOTHING. No card, no ID, no debit card, not even my emergency five dollars. I had totally forgotten I took all of that out and put it in a different purse the weekend before.
So there I was, twenty minutes away from my destination with 15 minutes to get there, stranded at a gas station with nothing. I started to panic, if you know me, you know I absolutely hate being late to things, I am usually the one who is 20 minutes early to all of my appointments, so I was already off my game. So what did I do? I called my mom, and without hesitation she dropped what she was doing (making me her famous banana bread, but sugar and gluten free for me because she is the best mother in this world) and she jumped in her car and was there in record time. While I was waiting I did two things, called my friend because I needed a good laugh, and the second thing was prayed. Instead of me praying to God, He spoke to me directly and point blank said, “You asked and She came. Ask me, and I shall come.” The chills were mountains on my skin and I started crying.
I cried because I realized something in that very moment, in all my darkest moments, my most anxiety filled days, every single time I asked for Him, He was there without fault. In his own way, in his own time He was there; just like my momma.
When we feel stranded and helpless God is always a prayer away. God reminded me in the most MacKenzie like way, that He is with me always. I pray to God every morning to remind me that He is there, that he see’s me, and today, without fault, there He was. There was my King, standing by to remind me that no matter how busy, stressed or frustrated I am, He’s got me.
Guys, somehow, I was right on time to my appointment. How amazing is God? How undeniably reliable is He? Where in your life do you feel stranded, and where in life do you feel the most helpless? Do you call out to God in those moments or do you let frustration get in the way of that?
Don’t let your frustrations keep you stranded.
xo,
Kenz
