Calling 911 and telling the operator our propane tank was leaking put a lot of things into perspective. But first, let me explain something.
The coronavirus is a thief and has been trying to steal my focus. (Is it trying to steal yours? Your peace?)
I was finally going to my first writer’s conference in Georgia at the end of March. I’d been hoping and praying about conferences for years, knowing it’s the best way to meet an agent.
Of course, roadblocks popped up in front of me concerning this conference, so I prayed about each one. And I watched as God made a way for me, removing each roadblock. (Conference cost, plane ticket cost, traveling alone, hotel cost, and our daughter’s school schedule – God provided through some lovely individuals who blessed me beyond words.)
But then came the coronavirus. (You know, the one we keep seeing pictures of, those little blobs floating around wearing spikes – a synonym for corona, by the way, and according to my medical dictionary, is “crown”). And so the conference was canceled.
I’m being honest here. I fell apart. I sobbed and questioned why God would move all of the other roadblocks and yet allow this one to stay. I wondered if I should still go to Georgia; if I might bump into the agent I was hoping to meet. When I asked God, I heard in my spirit:
Don’t look for the agent, look for Me.
So when this virus began stealing everyone’s focus, I fought to look for God. (Not an easy task when the focus of the world all around seems to be on this virus!) I looked for God and saw Him in some pretty amazing ways. (Just look at the surge of scripture on social media!) But I had no idea I would see Him the way I did yesterday:
I realized I’d left our mudroom light on while backing out of the garage, so my daughter got out of the car to turn it off. That’s when we smelled it. I didn’t know what it was, but when she said it smelled like eggs, I knew I needed to check our propane tank.
Our propane tank was hissing and the smell was strong. I rushed back to the car, called 911, and drove to the end of our driveway.
Silence. I watched our house in the rearview mirror as we sat in the car and waited for the fire department. And I cried out to God to protect everyone and our home, my voice breaking, the words falling short.
But I was looking for Him. In that moment of complete helplessness, I looked for God in that moment and cried out to Him.
And He showed up.
He came with the roaring siren of a fire truck and four firemen to turn off the tank and inspect our home. God protected everyone involved, and He kept our home safe. And when I walked side by side with those firemen back into the house, I knew God was already inside and everything was going to be okay.
When things leave us holding our breath, anticipating tragedy, look for God, my friends, and cry out to Him. Don’t allow those microscopic blobs wearing their tiny crowns to steal your focus or your peace.
Fix your eyes on the King of Kings who wears many crowns and has you in the palm of His hand.
“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4:18 NIV.)
“His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns.” (Revelation 19:12a NIV.)
“I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand.” (John 10:28 NIV.)
“That’s right. Because I, your God, have a firm grip on you and I’m not letting go. I’m telling you, ‘Don’t panic. I’m right here to help you.’” (Isaiah 41:13 MSG.)
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