A prayer and a milktruck

Psalm 91:9-10  (ESV)

9 Because you have made the Lord your dwelling place—

    the Most High, who is my refuge—

10 no evil shall be allowed to befall you,

    no plague come near your tent.

Joanne and Bob became involved in an outreach ministry called Living Word Center. The center was open six nights a week. It took a lot of prayer, dedicated work and long hours for all associated with it. After work, it usually meant a quick supper and a fifteen minute nap for.

One day while following the same routine, he had just touched the bed when a strong anointing came on him as had happened in April when he was Baptized. In the twinkling of an eye, it came. In a vision of the Lord, he saw the front of a white tractor trailer. Outside the cab was the smiling face of his brother, Edward! His face was very clear and recognizable in the vision. He dropped to his knees and fervently prayed. The Bible says: "In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints in accordance with God's will." (Romans 8:26-27) After about ten minutes of interceding, the anointing left and the vision was lifted from him.

He knew that his brother, Ed, who lived in California, was a milk tank truck driver. He also knew that, although he had been in danger, no harm had come to him. Nevertheless, he was curious to find out what had happened to him. The next day, he sent him a letter asking, "Did anything particular happen to you on that day and at that hour?" He did not tell him what the Lord had shown him in the vision.

Ed's reply came quickly, "I was driving on a two lane highway in a mountainous area and a car was passing me in a no passing zone. What the driver could not see, I could. Another car was coming ahead and a collision was inevitable! I pulled off the pavement. I lost control! It looked like I was crashing into a ravine! LORD HELP! I gripped the steering wheel with all my might, trying to get control. Suddenly, an unseen force entered my cab. The little bit of hair that I have stood up straight and so did the hair on my arms. Just as suddenly the whole big tanker truck was back on the highway! I am sure the angel of the Lord rescued me that day!

Do You listen when God tells you to pray?

Dear Lord, help our eyes and ears be open to Youth voice.  Help us listen to Your voice when You speak to us. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.