2023’s season of miracles started a few months ago, I was driving my RV into a gas station and was making a left turn. I cut the angle too short and ended up colliding with a low concrete partition. I was over 2 hours from my destination and suddenly had no idea if I was going get there. I felt panic rising but managed to look around the vehicle. I noted that I could still drive it, there were no weird sounds from the engine, no smoke, and no leaking anywhere. That helped me breathe a little! Then I looked closely at the outside storage doors that took most of the impact. It was obvious that I could not drive on the highway with them in that condition. There was a large chunk on the ground and one of the doors was dangling and mangled.

I was amazed as he reattached wires, hammered the bent door so it lay flat enough to screw to the frame, and told me story after story about God’s miraculous keeping as he has driven across the USA. Of course, God sent me a fellow Jesus follower!! We both agreed that God had sent Mr. C to help me in my time of need. I felt very comforted as I was reminded of the times I sat like this with my own Father while he worked on family vehicles. My Father was the person who always worked on the cars, quizzed me on tools, and taught me to drive. If he was still living I knew he would be thrilled that I got an RV and he would’ve been the person I called to come help while I was far from home.

Tears started to fall down my cheeks. I felt so relieved and grateful that God sent Mr. C to help me in place of my Father. I even saw a resemblance to my Dad in Mr. C.’s deep complexion, plain t-shirt plus work jeans combo, and the calm non-judgmental way that he made jokes about how I had just learned an important lesson in driving. I even saw traces of my late Uncle Harold who I miss dearly. I felt that somehow he was also present in the way Mr. C. talked passionately about God’s Word and worth. Using every opportunity to talk about the goodness of Jesus was just how my Uncle lived. There was rarely a moment he didn’t have on a shirt that had a slogan like, “Too blessed to be stressed.” He had a testimony and he wanted people to know the God who loved him like no other.