God Arranges My Day for His Purposes June 30, 1994


John 10:27  My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.

Yesterday I called the Village Shoe Shop in downtown Houston to see when my new pair of tennis shoes might be ready. The answer was “Maybe by 4:00.” Since maybe and maybe not mean about the same thing to me, I checked to see what time they opened the next morning. “Eight o’clock, if you want to pick them up then.” So that’s what I decided.

Early in the morning I got up and spent time with the Lord with prayers and Bible reading before taking off to Houston and then on to work in Seadrift. In Houston the traffic wasn’t bad at all and my schedule seemed to be going close to plans. Arriving about 8:15 a.m. I was kind of surprised to find out my shoes were not ready. They apparently had a “rush job” the day before and didn’t quite have my shoes finished. Ron is the gentleman who works on my shoes and he has always been very efficient.

But this morning was different because I was anxious. There were still 140 miles between me and my job, so I quickly convinced myself to leave and maybe pick the shoes up on my way home later in the week. The Lord had other plans.

When I started walking toward the door the Lord spoke to me, in my spirit, to sit down and wait. Once the Lord God speaks, we either obey or we don’t, so I sat down. Usually when the Lord speaks He is trying to teach me something, so I began to look around and see what was going on.

Nothing as best I could tell; so I asked Him, “Father, what are you trying to teach me?”

“Patience,” was all I understood.

“God, I don’t want patience, I want my shoes. I’ve got a job to go to.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

Suddenly I realized I was arguing with the Creator of all things, and I began to tone my heart and attitude down just a little. On the inside I began to talk a little gentler than before; “God, what I meant to say is that the shoes can wait till tomorrow, but I have a job I need to go to today.” As I got up to leave again, the word WAIT seemed to hit me with big bold letters, so I sat back down.

Sometimes the things God commands don’t seem very important to me, but I went ahead and waited. God is so far above us in wisdom and knowledge that it is impossible to follow Him by what makes sense. I have to follow Him by faith that I heard what He said and He knows best.

My shoes were finished after a few waits and I was on the road to Seadrift by 9:30. Taking US 59 going south, I almost always go Hwy 71 to Hwy 35 to go through Port Lavaca, but today I asked the Lord which way to go. He witnessed Hwy 172 to my spirit, so I went further south on US 59 and took Hwy 172 as He said.

After driving several miles on Hwy 172 I noticed two 18-wheelers on the side of the road. There was one other small car and a few people on the other side of the road. Apparently a truck, about the size of the largest U-haul you can rent, had lost control and run about a hundred feet off the road and hit a power pole head on. It had broken the pole, but had obviously come to a sudden stop.

Since there was a mobile phone in my truck, I pulled over and hollered out the window to see if somebody had been called. One of the men crossed the street and talked to me and assured me a call had already been made and then he said, “It’s just unbelievable. Nobody had stopped to see if anyone was hurt. What’s wrong with people today?”

To be quite honest, I notice so few things that I may never have seen the accident if it weren’t for the 18-wheelers on the shoulder of the road. I didn’t tell him that, but that’s what ran through my mind.

“O.K.,” I said. “I just wanted to make sure someone had been called.”

With that, the gentleman went back across the road and I fired up the company pick-up and put it in drive.

“Pray for him,” came up on the inside, so I extended my hand out the driver’s side window facing toward the big truck and began to pray. That wasn’t it at all. God wanted me to get out of my truck and walk over there and physically pray for him. I laughed a little as I put the truck in park and turned it off.

I was capable of sticking my hand out of the truck and praying for someone 100 feet away, but God usually asks me to do things only He is capable of doing. I got out of the truck and as I was crossing the road, I asked the Holy Spirit to guide me. I began to plead the Blood of Jesus over me and the man in the truck as I walked toward the accident. The truck door was already open and three men were standing near the open door. As I came nearer to him, the people backed out of the way as if they were told to. I never said a word… they just got out of the way.

There was a big, heavy-set, black man behind the steering wheel. His arms lay in his lap as though lifeless. I looked up at him and there were small beads of sweat formed all over his forehead. It didn’t look good to me. “Is there anything I can do for you,” I asked.

“Take my sunglasses off,” was his reply. He had a brand new Houston Rockets cap on. World Champions.

I said, “I’m gonna take off your cap too… so your head doesn’t overheat. You’re too hot.” He was a big man… and the thought of touching his hat or cap just didn’t usually go over to well in Texas. The thought ran through my mind that he just might kill me for touching his cap. Like I said, this is Texas.

There was no response from him at all, so I eased the cap off his head and put it on the dashboard. I wanted to make sure he knew I didn’t take it. Putting one hand on his upper arm by the shoulder and grasping his left hand with mine, there was no response at all. His hand didn’t even flinch to take mine and not a muscle in his body seemed to move. I honestly thought he was paralyzed from the neck down.

“How do you feel?” I asked him, and in a rather weak voice for such a big man, he said, “I can’t breathe.”

Looking straight at his upper chest, I saw irregular, short, tiny gasp type breaths, and I immediately asked if I could pray for him. In a helpless, soft quiet cry, he said, “Please pray for me,” and no sooner than he got out the word “me” I said, “In the Name of Jesus.”

Once I had said the name of Jesus… I don’t know how to explain this… it seemed that everything was actually taken care of. It seemed like it was over even before I prayed. I don’t quite know how to explain what I felt inside of me. The Holy Spirit helped me pray the prayer God wanted to hear. Then at the end of the prayer, under my own breath I rebuked the spirit of paralysis in Jesus name. Just then someone touched my shoulder and asked if he was all right. It was a fireman, so I got out of the way. God let me know on the inside that I had done my part and I was free to go now.

As I drove toward work, I began to realize that the “rush job” on someone else’s shoes yesterday afternoon was all part of God’s plan to have me show up at the accident at the precise time He had chosen. I told a State inspector on the job about the accident but not about the prayer. He read about it in the paper the next morning as I had coffee with him, and told me the man didn’t even have to go in the hospital.

I just want to thank God for being a good God. He loves us all so much. God is the Almighty healing God. That was in 1994. Today is October 23, 2014. Three weeks ago the Lord showed me that I was the third person that He sent to pray for that man. The other two didn’t go.

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