Part 1

For my readers, if you remember some time ago I did a post entitled, “He’s Always There.” Well, we had another “He’s Always There” moment recently which I would like to share…

We were gifted a car in December of last year by our insurance agent who said she had an ungrateful child for a daughter. It’s nothing new or fancy, but as my mother always taught us, “a slow ride beats a fast walk any day.” Anywho, the undercarriage came undone because I scraped one of those concrete things they put in your parking lane. It made such a horrible sound when the car was driven because the undercarriage was now scraping the ground. Had asked one of my neighbors, who is a mechanic if he would fix it for me. He said he was busy but might be able to get to it the next day–he didn’t. That was almost 3 weeks ago. So then decided to take it someplace that changed oil or something but the places closed too early and because of my job I could never get there in time.

It was right then I purposed in my heart I wasn’t going to ask anyone else to fix the car.

On Wednesday, June 15th as Bob and I were coming home from running an errand, one of our neighbors was talking to this gentleman in a red convertible Porsche and they pointed at our car to which I replied, “I know but I’ve been trying to get this fixed for weeks and nobody will help us even when I offer to pay.” The gentleman got out of his car looked underneath our car and said he could fix it within 10 minutes. Would you believe he fixed it with those ties you tie your garbage bags with? I offered to pay him, but he would not take my money. My neighbor said, “This is our good deed for the day.” I thanked them. Then out of curiosity, asked the gentlemen what he did for a living—He said, “I am a carpenter by trade.”

There are some lessons I drove away with that day. One, this is why the word teaches us not to judge by appearances. (John 7:24 NKJV) Most of us, me included, would have never thought someone like that gentleman would have gotten out of his car and underneath ours to fix it. Much less refuse money for his time.

When we got home the thought of him being a carpenter reminded me that was Jesus’ trade. Once again, God showed me not only is He concerned about His children but He watches over us. He is with us every step of the way. At least that’s what I took it to mean. This was not a mere coincidence. This was God’s providence over our situation in His timing. God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. (Psalm 46:1 NKJV) They fixed our car without hesitation or a second thought.

There are times in our lives when we may not feel God’s presence but He has a way of sprinkling little trinkets of love and grace throughout our situations when we really need them. Just as a gentle reminder—He is always there.

May the Blessings of the LORD be with you today and always. Stay tuned for the conclusion next week. Thank you for your continued readership and support.….Blessings and Peace! 

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  1. What a beautiful story of kindness and compassion. Both of which our world seems to be lacking these days! God bless him (and you too, dear lady!). ❤


    • Yes my friend it is a beautiful story. And yes our world needs to slow down to find its way back to what is right and true. Because without right and truth we have no moral directions making our humanity compass point in the wrong direction. Thank you so much for stopping by. Blessings and Peace to you!


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