Alright so I know God has a purpose and plan for everything so I have to tell you this amazing but kind of freaky story. Well at least it was for me. So last week I had a random Tuesday off, so I decided to go home and see my parents in the morning and then during the day drive around and visit some people I haven’t seen in a long time.
I visited the Sullivan’s (Julie's family whom I’ve known since I was about 11 and who have been officially marked as my "emergency contact person" for all my legal documents), the Nelsons (Billy's best friend Jon, who also passed away, but who have taken a very special place in me and my family's hearts), the Russo's (who also helped my family and I through Billy's death and who also taught me all about the wonderful world of camping), the Bishop's (who personally have been a constant in my life through alot of my ups and downs), Jess (my college dormie and fellow 7th floor angel), and then last but not least my Aunt Patty and Uncle Bob (two people who have continued to encourage me and support me through all my life's journeys).

Anyway so Tuesday, as you read, I was quite the busy bee, stopping by and catching with a lot of people I hadn’t seen in quite awhile. So the next morning I woke up and left for work at around 6am. Drove my car over to the T station and went to work over at MGH. On this particular day work was pretty crazy busy and I finally left around 4p. Once I returned to my car I ran through the many things I had to do before I met up with my Tuesday night girls for Bible study. I slowly pulled out of the T station and on to the main road and as I waited patiently to turn left to drive toward the highway I suddenly felt a drop form my left front tire. "Ugh", I thought, "Oh well, thank God for triple A". I called and told them my situation and said that it was just a flat but that I was blocking a very busy road. So since I was sitting in the middle of a three lane mini highway I decided to not get out of my car but to wait until the tow truck came. About 30 minutes later, after many inappropriate gestures by fellow drivers, a tow truck arrived. He backed up his truck as if to tow my car so I exited my car to explain to him I only needed my tire changed. As I got out, I saw that my car needed more than just a tire change. My front left tire had snapped off of the axel and was now laying horizontally on the ground. At first I stayed calm and the cop asked me if I had anyone I could call. I immediately thought of my friend Katie P; no answer. Hmm then I thought of Jessie; hmm no answer. And then I called roommate Rudy who thankfully picked up and he agreed to meet me at the T so we could take the bus together.
I thanked the cop and in a dazed fog, walked toward the T. My mind started racing and I thought of all the "what ifs" that could have happened during this situation. "What if I'd been driving even 20 mph never mind 60mph?" "What happens if a car was driving fast behind me?" " What if this had happened yesterday as I was driving around the state meeting up with friends?" " What if this was 4 months later and I had given this car to my friend Caiti and she was hurt because of a random incident like this?" I frantically called my mom, no answer, and then my dad, no answer (as you can see i was having little luck with getting a hold of people). So once again I decided to try my mom and ended up leaving an incomprehensible message to her on her voicemail. As I was leaving the message, she called in obliviously asking, "What's up?" I then began to sob loudly trying to spit out what had happened. After I stopped hyperventilating and was able to speak somewhat coherent English again, my mom calmed me down and said "but Becca you are okay."

As I drove home on the T that day I realized again how in control God is of our lives at all times. I am definitely a person that over thinks and overanalyzes everything, and this scenario is a prime example of how sovereign our God truly is. So many times I ask God why things are the way they are or why he lets bad things happen to innocent children and people. But then I realize that we should be thankful for what we do have cause we don’t even deserve what we are given. We all should be living each day out fully for his glory and if our time is up that "Amen and Welcome Home!"

God is good all the time.


suzanne said...

Thank you for sharing. I laughed at the fact you blocked all of the traffic and the many gestures. I too have caused these jams, good ole' Boston. After the laughing I got the chills with "Welcome home". God is so good. He is preparing us and protecting us constantly, and there isn't anything better than that.

Sher Sutherland said...

Becca T--I loved reading your traffic/car/flat/noIreallylostthewholewheel post. Isn't it wonderful that you were in God's pocket through the whole experience? I'm happy to know that you and Ry and Suzanne and others will all share the experience. I'm looking forward to all of your posts as you prepare to go and of course, your time on the ship. Right now I'm just going to soak up all the Ry-Time I can get before he leaves for the ship :-)

If your mom would like to join our FB group (Moms of (Africa) Mercy Ship-ers aka Moms of Crazy Kids Who Live on a Ship in Africa, let me know. I think all us mom of crazy kids would love all the support we can get:-) I hope I get to meet you sometime.