As my son and I were driving along the 91 freeway yesterday, I felt the tone of the car change. The transmission began to slow down and it was making these quick jerk movements. I looked at the dashboard and there were lights flashing. Suddenly the car stiffened and eventually stopped in its tracks. I had run out of gas – right smack dab in the middle of fast moving traffic.
I didn’t quite know my boundaries in my step-dad’s car. With my vehicle, I always knew just how far I could push the envelope before I would need to stop. This time, I played a bad hand and the crazy part is, I was less than half a mile away from the gas station. To make matters worse, I was next to the fast lane with a 5 year old asking me, “What’s wrong mommy. Why aren’t we moving?” I turned on my hazards and quickly prayed, “Father Help!” I knew we were in a pretty desperate situation. A thought quickly occurred…call 911 Ingrid. They immediately dispatched a Highway Patrol unit out to rescue us. The most frightening part was watching oncoming traffic through my rear view mirror as I awaited the Officers arrival. All I could see and hear was the cars that swerved at the last minute in an effort not to hit me. A few times, I mouthed, ‘Please see my car! Please don’t hit us.’ I began to blow my horn maniacally. I wanted to be as conspicuous and I possibly could be. My son screamed, “Mommy stop it…stop blowing your horn. I want to go home and see my family.” I wanted to do the same. I can’t die, I kept thinking, not like this. Besides, I have too much to do. All I wanted to do was to get home and be purposeful. As much as I tried to calm him, my son knew we were in a quandary. My stomach quivers even as I write this just thinking about just how real and dangerous that situation was for us. At some point – calm came over me (Jehovah Shalom). I breathed a deep breath and waited. We began making up songs to further enhance my son’s speech and finally, the Officer pulled up behind us and turned on his lights. He approached the driver’s side tentatively as he tried to avoid getting clipped.
“What seems to be the problem ma’am?” he asked.
“I think I ran out of gas,” I said. He too looked nervous.
“Okay! Stay in your car, keep your seatbelts buckled and I’ll radio for help.”
He returned to his vehicle and called in an angelic host. Within five minutes, there were five police cars stopping traffic in an effort to get us from the left side of the freeway to the shoulder. And within the same few minutes, they disappeared.
I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the hand of God rests upon me. Yea tho’ I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. I shall fear no evil!
What boundaries are you pushing that don’t need your help?