I recently sprained my ankle jogging with my dog, Ginger. Ginger got tangled up in the dog leash while I was jogging downhill and when I bent over to help her BOOM! my ankle rolled and down I went. As I lay on the curb with blood gushing from my knee, my thumb mangled and my ankle in excruciating pain I wondered how I was ever going to get home.
I began frantically waving my arms at every car that drove by to no avail. Finally, I took a deep breath and said to myself, “God I need some help here. Please send me someone who can take me home.” The very next car that drove down the road came to my rescue – I don’t think it’s any coincidence that she turned out to be the pastor’s wife at a local church in town, Harvestime.
I guess that experience was a great reminder that if I’m not getting the results I desire divine intervention is only a whisper away.