A God Moment

When I was a little girl my family went to Chuck E. Cheese. I must have been five or six years old. We had a blast! Chuck E. Cheese was a total treat. Funny how things change, huh? My two brothers and I each got a stack of tokens to use at will. It wasn’t every day that we were allo­wed to run around and play vir­tually any game we wan­ted.
Life was good!

I was down to my last 2 or 3 coins when my little brother, who would have been around three years old at the time, came up and asked for one of my tokens.

I told him no.

Then I got the look from my mom.

She told me to share. Boy was I mad as I han­ded over one of my last cove­ted tokens. I pou­ted, stom­ped my feet, and pro­bably threw a fit. Sha­ring was for the birds!

Any­way, a few minu­tes later, I’d sunk into one of Chuck E. Chee­ses dark under the stage hiding pla­ces where you could go, put a token into the wall and watch a mouse-filled movie.

I was hiding. And pou­ting. And for some rea­son, I hap­pe­ned to check the coin return slot. To my ama­ze­ment, a token was sit­ting there ready for the taking.

A token. To replace the one I had to share with give to my brother. For me!!

And then I felt it.

I knew God had a hand in giving me that coin.

From that moment on in my life, I’ve whole-heartedly belie­ved in God.

Funny, isn’t it? Something as silly as a token left in the return slot could make me believe in God. But it hap­pe­ned and now I look back on that moment from an adult pers­pec­tive and laugh.

That moment was so real for my 5 year old self!

Flash for­ward to last week. As you might remem­ber, I men­tio­ned that we had a few house/car repairs that poten­tially was to cost us lots of money in a very short period of time. Remember?

Ya, that was a stress­ful week. And to top it off, Hubby just found a leak-turned into a crack in a pipe– in the main water pipe of our house. Appa­rently it shouldn’t cost too much to fix, but added onto the other repairs, it’s a lot of money.

So any­way, I’ve been a little stres­sed, which is always evi­dent in my lack of blogging.

So a few days ago, I had another God Moment. My neigh­bor whom we share the repla­ced fence with knew we had a lot of finan­cial hits in a small amount of time. So she encou­ra­ged us to give her sma­ller pay­ments ver­sus one large check for the cost of the fence. (Thank you sooo much!)

The Civic ended up nee­ding a seat-belt sen­sor repla­ced, which was under warranty. Free!! (Thank you very much!!)

And, here’s the kic­ker, we recei­ved a $500 check in the mail for a pre­vious repair that was made for to our Civic, which, funny enough, ended up being free of charge!

That $500 ended up paying for the water hea­ter we had to replace.

Repairs that could have cost us upwards of $2500 ended up cos­ting us just under $500.

Now I’m just cros­sing my fin­gers that the pipe repla­ce­ment will be inex­pen­sive too!

A God Moment.

It hap­pe­ned again!

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So here’s a ques­tion for you! Have you ever had one of these moments in your life, where it became quite clear to you that God had a hand in the event? If so share your expe­rience in my com­ment section.

3 Comments »

  1. Jennifer said,

    March 25, 2008 @ 12:31 pm

    I haven’t exactly had a “moment.” I guess I just feel a pre­sence, like I know I’m being watched and cared for…maybe that sounds silly, but I guess it’s just faith.

    Jennifer’s last blog post..Jon, Tate, and Jen­ni­fer Plus 8

  2. alison said,

    March 26, 2008 @ 3:56 pm

    As I look back over the years I can see that God has had his hand in my life in so many ways. My grea­test God moment was when I became preg­nant with my first daugh­ter. We had been trying for so long to get preg­nant. When I least expec­ted it (espe­cially sense my hus­band was dea­ling with a table saw injury) I became preg­nant. I lear­ned that God’s timing is always bet­ter than ours, we have been so blessed.

  3. susanbaeb said,

    March 27, 2008 @ 11:32 pm

    In my teen years at church, I heard peo­ple tal­king about God wor­king through them and hea­ring God talk to them, so to speak, but it never hap­pe­ned to me until.…
    when I lived in Ger­many, I atten­ded a VERY small youth group at my church. One week the lea­der deci­ded we should all take turns lea­ding and teaching (I think he was a burnt out and bored), and poin­ted to me to go first. So…terrified and reluc­tantly, I agreed. I pic­ked the para­ble of the seeds, with the mes­sage of, “What kind of seed do we want to be?” I was terri­fied, woe­fully under pre­pa­red, and, oh yeah, lea­ding the dis­cus­sion in Ger­man! But after­wards, I rea­li­zed that God had clearly had a hand, because it went so smoothly. Everything rolled off my ton­gue exactly they way I would have wan­ted it to, if I had pre­pa­red for 3 weeks. It was a power­ful expe­rience and I knew for sure that He was for real, because there was abso­lu­tely no way I could have lead a Bible study in a foreign lan­guage all on my own.

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