I had an incredible experience yesterday, a God Moment, I call it. It's worth sharing, because it shows just how we blow past God and try to allow ourselves to live in control of things.
About 3 months ago. my husband made one of the dumbest purchases in our marriage, (I thought). Originally a 300$ purchase turned to a $400 last minute purchase, he decided to buy a work suburban for our farm. First with disgust I made sure it was paid for by a check and that a signed written statement was provided as PROOF we had purchased this vehicle from the (known shady) gentleman that we did.
Not only was I upset about that, but at the even small price of $400 for a vehicle, we didn't have the money and I had to borrow it from our just turned 18 year old son to keep us from being over-drafted!
Next was the sight when my husband proudly drove in the yard with this $400 vehicle. "The tires are good" he said and "runs like a champ"! The statement of "what's that pile of junk doing in our yard" made by both our 18 yr and 15yr old sons sent my husband a little sore to go "stew" while he finished the chores on our hobby farm.
To make matters worse, two months later, the "promised" title assured to us when we purchased was no where to be found. Next, upon even further investigation the title was not even in the name of the person we purchased it from. On top of that, there was a lien on this "piece of junk" sitting in our driveway and the County Attorney said, "there was no hope" this (shady) gentlemen was already in several other court cases for doing the same.
UGH!!!! I wanted to tell my husband just what I thought!!!
But instead, I called up the Courthouse and talked to the very informational lady (who had to have dealt with this before) at the license bureau and found a bit of hope. I asked if we got a duplicate license and had the original owner sign it, could we then transfer the title? She shared how we could, and then we'd have to fix the lien at the bank, whose name had now changed and we would need a statement of that as well as the lien release.
So, I called my husband and explained that he just had to go talk to the original owner. "I can't" was the response. "why on God's green earth not!" was my reply. "Because he is upset with me over a city matter" was the answer.
Oh for goodness sake, can this get any worse!!!
Fine, I'll go get a duplicate title and I'll go myself to explain the situation to the owner and we will go from there and do the right thing. "Does he still live in town", I asked? "No" my husband replied, he was hauled by ambulance and is now in the Care Center.
So, the date came, I received the duplicate title and I went to the Care Center. When the nurse guided me to my destination, there sat the man who I needed to visit with, with his pants around his ankles, so feeble, he was unable to retrieve them to present himself dignified. My heart fell. A nurse came in and assisted him and smiled and said, "he loves visitors".
I walked in, sat down beside him and introduced myself as Angela Serocki, remember I said, I used to own the bar, BuYah's, in Browns Valley, I said. He nodded and said, you are Tony's wife. With a quick remembrance of some city issue between the two of them I proudly said yes. I shared my situation with him and asked if he would be willing to sign the duplicate title. He, without hesitation, signed.
But that was not the God Moment.
Next, he said, "do you still go to that church in Sisseton?" Knowing that some people find my church a little "out there" because we are loud, worship Jesus loudly and yell "Amen" scares some folks, I said yep, sure do. Then he said, "do you talk in tongues there"? Crinkling my forehead I said, "well some do, yes". He nodded. Then said, "I've often wanted to call you and see if I could go to church with you. But I always thought that might sound strange to ask. Now I'd like to go and I have no way to get there."
WHAT!!! (God, I'm hearing you!!!)
"Listen" I said, "are you going to be staying in this care center, or are you going back to the care center in your hometown? " He replied he would be going to his hometown when he could. So I told him when he got there, he just needed to call me and I would take him to church with us. He said he would really like that. Then I asked him what church he normally attends. He shared with me he had not been in church for 20 years. He could not stand that the people would pretend to be one way in the church and then act another when they got out, so he couldn't stand churches...but he wanted to go to mine.
HONESTLY!!! (God Moment)
God, how amazingly you took a situation that I nearly blew my cool on, (honestly did blow my cool on), a decision my husband made that I thought was nearly one of the stupidest decisions he's made to date, to take a pile of junk to sit in our yard that we'd have to go through all this trouble to get me to a spot where Your child, this man, that I needed a signature from...... needed You.
God I heard you...not only from Your Word in the Bible...but through all my grumbling and confusion and loosing my cool and wanting to tell my husband just what I thought, to seeing You move in only a way You can to meet the needs of Your Children....thank you for sending me and stretching me and teaching me through all my faults to still come to Your answers.
Oh God...fine tune my heart my ears...to hear and see only You in all things, and to learn to give thanks in everything, for that is the WILL of God in Christ Jesus, concerning us....