This is going to be a little more on the serious side, so bear with me.
Last week something extremely scary happened when I was leaving a gas station in St. Louis. Something I had NEVER experienced before. Like not even close. I’m not going to go into detail about it because that’s not the point of this post, but it’s important to it.
Anyway, the other day when I left work I noticed a small piece of paper on my windshield. Now, I listen to true crime podcasts and know enough about true crime to know that I should NEVER grab something off of my windshield where it was put on. I gave a quick glance at the cars around me and none of them had it on their windshields so I was definitely not grabbing it. I was on my way to a gas station and thought I would just take it off there, no biggie.
I went to the gas station and that’s where the incident took place so I obviously forgot to grab the piece of paper off of my windshield. All I could think about was leaving the area I was in and getting somewhere safe. So I did. And when I finally calmed down and let myself breath for a second, I got out of my car and grabbed the little piece of paper.
Now, I will tell you, I do believe in God. And I believe He answers our prayers, watches over us, and has a plan for us bigger than we could ever imagine. However, I don’t go to church like I should and I do catch myself questioning why He lets things happen sometimes or why things aren’t happening the way I want them to. There have been a few instances where I have prayed for something and it has happened almost instantly. But this moment, the moment that happened last week, was a different kind of experience for me. It was like God slapping me (I know he wouldn’t actually slap me, but ya get the picture). It was like he was shaking me and yelling “here I am!”. I needed it. He KNEW I needed it.
So when I got out of my car and grabbed the little piece of paper I just stared at it. In my hands was a little piece of paper telling me God is always with me, He is always watching, He is always listening, He will always protect me. He was literally telling me “I was with you just now, you don’t have to worry, you’re okay.”
Even thinking about it now gives me goosebumps. I kept the little piece of paper, obviously, and it sits in my car right where I can see it. I was told I need to write this experience down somewhere so when I’m having a hard time or a bad day, I can reflect on this exact moment and know that God is always with me. He’s always watching and listening and He will ALWAYS protect me.
The same goes for YOU. If you’re reading this just know, He is always with you. Even when you think He’s not.
