"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." -Galatians 2:20

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Easter Entanglements

April 25th 2011
As I could have foretold, the last few weeks here at Moody for the semester involve something of a constant caffeine high due to the lack of sleep and necessity of staying awake to finish homework and go to class and work on a daily basis.  To put it in a word, “grueling” might fit.  What is interesting though is the fact that I see clearly that God has continually reminded me that in my weakness, He shows His strength and continues to use me for His glory, despite the insurmountable pile of nothing I have to offer. 
One of the many gracious things that God has divinely dropped in my lap was the privilege and opportunity to bring some of my friends from work to church with me this Easter Sunday.  I was so excited and blessed by one of my other friends from school who let me borrow her car so I could go pick up these girls and go to church.  But wait, there’s more…
This weekend My Easter Sunday turned out to be anything but bunnies, and subtly obnoxious pastel colors… instead my day started with a nervousness I couldn’t explain.  I sat in the quiet of my room before the Lord asking for His peace in the midst of my unsettled heart about something I didn’t even know was going to happen.  I didn’t know why I was nervous, but for some reason, I couldn’t shake this feeling; this feeling that something was going to happen.  I felt a confidence come over me though, as I listened for God’s voice. 
I got in the car that morning intending to head towards the South side of Chicago to pick up the girls from work that I was bringing to church, and of course, I took the wrong ramp on the highway and ended up going West.  Thankfully, it wasn’t a big deal and I just got off and got back on the highway going the right direction this time.  Everything was fine until I needed to merge onto the exit-ramp…I hit the brakes, and felt nothing. I pressed harder and harder with my foot until I could feel the pedal hit the ground and still there was not even a slight bit of slowing.  My heart started pounding and for a split second I thought this could be the end…I was going to meet the Lord on Easter Sunday. Thankfully however, there wasn’t a lot of cars out on the highway so I was able to gracefully swerve over a couple lanes and the brakes finally started to slow me down a little (due to a constant frantic stomping on them repetitively).  I made it to where I was picking the girls up and, sweating and out of breath, explained what had happened.  What was funny was they still got in the car and said “just be careful.” Haha.  For some reason, I just felt so determined…I was going to get everyone to church with or without brakes!  I just felt so strong that this was a spiritual battle and that the Lord was going to make the brakes work when I needed them.  So we took side streets and got to church unharmed.  I’m crazy I know…But the service was great and I love the fact that I know my friends got to hear the truth of the gospel preached.
It was a crazy Sunday…but through everything from exhaustion to failing brakes, God is with us. He is with me. 


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