The above is what I felt like when my sister and future sister-in-law set off to meet my brother and “tie the knot”. Something was wrong, I knew it. They got in my sister’s red car and pulled out of the driveway.
Suddenly, something inside me screamed out, “don’t take that car!” I struggled with saying it. I didn’t want to look stupid to all my family by telling them to take a different vehicle and have no direct reason. I figured they wouldn’t listen either way; I was just a 14-year-old with a gut feeling.
They drove away and out of sight. My gut wrenched and my head kept saying to call them and tell them to stop. I did nothing but stare with a blank-face towards where they had left.
The phone rang about a minute later. The car’s front axle had broken in half, leaving the car completely useless. My dad had to pick them up so they could get to the wedding on time. God had warned me and had still made sure nothing bad happened to the girls even when I wouldn’t give them the warning I was given.
I thanked God for protecting them. This is the only time I really felt that God has spoken to me. Now, since nothing horrible had happened, it made me wonder: why did God even give me the warning?
Perhaps it was just a lesson for me. Or a test. Or, perhaps, it was all done so I could recount it on this site and perhaps impact someone else’s life with the power of it! Perhaps . . .
2 Corinthians 2:9:
For to this end also did I write, that I might know the proof of you, whether ye be obedient in all things.