A Supernatural Taxi Ride

The day I had been dreading had arrived. It was time to go to church and serve in the choir again.

I actually was in such dispair that I actually couldn't sleep last nite. I finally only got bedded down only at 5.30am and had to cancel meeting Amous for second service because I was just too tired. I smsed him at 7.52am and told him I couldn't make it.

As I always do when I'm sad, I sleep after I worry. Don't ask me why, but that's my coping mechanism. So my plan was to actually sleep till evening and not go to church. So I went back to sleep after smsing Amous.

I awoke again at 12.40pm and thought to my self that I would sms my choir leader to tell him that I was not coming for duty, that I was unwell. Then I felt a check in my heart. If I did that, if I ran away from this, would I look back to this moment and wonder if had missed out on God's complete deliverance because I had taken matters into my own hands by running away?

I jumped out of bed and washed-up quickly, and picked-up my handphone to call a cab. I had half an hour to get there. The cab came 12 minutes after I managed to book one. The driver was really blur, turning past the building and then coming back down the slope again a minute later after reaching the deadend up the slope. Great, now I get a blur driver.

'Why the turning so weird one ah?', was the first the thing the driver said when I got in. 'Haha...', I responded as I thought what a blur case this guy was.

While in the cab my emotions began to make their prescense felt. Sadness, shame and dispair. I was going to be late, so I smsed my leader that I was going to get there 5 to 10 minues late.

Then it happened.

As I lifted my eyes away from my phone and out the taxi window, a gunmetal gray silver surface catches my eye, invading my peripheral vision, it's the side panel of a van. Right in the middle of the panel in a bold black typeface are these words:

'Is There Anything Too Difficult For The Lord?

I am startled back to reality. Not my natural reality, but the supernatural reality of God's involvement in my life.

If you were the taxi driver, you would have suddenly heard me saying, 'No. . .no'.

So in the midst of all my emotional turmoil, God saw it fit this afternoon to speak to me through the side panel of a van belonging to a ministry called 'Living Stones'.

As I'm writing this entry, I am reminded of a spontaneous song I sang yesterday during worship. In essence the song said that I couldn't make it on my own, that I needed a touch from Him and that it would be Supernatural.

And indeed relying fully on God is a supernatural journey. Lord, I cast all my cares on You. I rely on You. You alone are my strength in this valley.

And NOTHING is too difficult for You.