Sunday, August 25, 2013
Today, my husband had me driving everywhere in my new car, Favor. It still feels surreal that I have my very own vehicle! We spent the day running errands, including a stop at his school to prepare his classroom for the first day of school.
One of our most exciting stops was at Uncle Bas and Aunt Angela’s house to show them my new truck. Aunt Angela immediately took it for a test drive, while Uncle Bas conducted his signature “Uncle Inspection,” offering tips on maintenance.
Before we left, my husband turned to me and said something that stuck with me:
“We purchased your car by faith. You have no choice but to pass your road test on Friday.”
Uncle Bas asked if I had practiced my parallel parking since our last session, and when I admitted I hadn’t, he and the Coach loaded props into my truck so I could practice at home. It was a gentle but firm reminder that faith without preparation won’t take me far—I had to do my part.
Monday, August 26, 2013
The rain had been pouring for hours, making it nearly impossible to take Favor out for a drive. The Coach had left for work early, so I sat in my car, reading my Bible and listening to Joyce Meyer’s The Spirit of Fear series.
As I sat there, I checked my phone and saw that there was a brief break in the weather coming up. At that moment, I heard a firm but gentle voice:
“It’s going to be now or never.”
I knew immediately—it was the Holy Spirit.
Without hesitation, I grabbed my keys, said a silent prayer, and started the engine. Unsure of where to go, I found myself heading toward the gym. When I arrived, I texted my husband to let him know I had driven myself. His response? “Ok, Babe.”—as if I did this every day!
After my workout, I drove home and sent him another text to let him know I had made it back safely. His response this time? “Practice your parallel parking.”
I won’t lie—his response deflated me a bit. I had just conquered a major hurdle by driving alone, and now he was pushing me to the next challenge. But after some time, I realized he was right. If I was going to pass my road test, I had to keep preparing. So, I got back in my truck and started practicing my parallel parking.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
With my road test just a day away, I felt the need to connect with family. It had been months since I last spoke with my twin Uncle and Aunt—my late father’s younger siblings.
I called my Aunt Diana, and as we caught up, she shared about her recent trip to Florida to celebrate her grandbaby’s birthday. Before we ended our conversation, she asked me a question that made me pause:
“How many times have you taken your road test before?”
I hesitated before admitting that I had taken it too many times to count. Instead of reacting with surprise or judgment, she simply said:
“It took me three times before I passed. Don’t worry about how many times you’ve taken it. This time, you’re going to pass. Make sure you text me when you do.”
At that moment, I realized why God had led me to call her. Her words were exactly what I needed to hear.
She became my Elizabeth, and I was like Mary—her encouragement made my faith leap within me.
I no longer doubted. I knew in my heart that I was going to pass the test tomorrow.
Faith, Preparation, and Victory
Looking back, I see how God orchestrated every moment leading up to my road test. From the initial faith purchase of my car to my husband’s unwavering belief in my success, and finally, to my Aunt Diana’s encouragement, everything pointed to one truth: I was meant to succeed.
This journey wasn’t just about getting a driver’s license—it was about trusting God, stepping out in faith, and preparing for the opportunities He placed in front of me.
Tomorrow, I would walk into my test with confidence, knowing that God had already made a way.
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