“Call it… Uh, a fifth sense. Call it a flash of intermission, but I just got this feeling deep down in the heart of my bottom…”
~ Ernest P. Worrell in ‘Ernest Saves Christmas’
Here in the North East, we have not gotten any substantial snowfall this season. I, personally, can take it or leave it, but I know the skiing industry in my area needed it. And also, my daughter, who was actively praying for blizzards, cannot live without it.
Here I will depart from the norm on my blog-stylings and talk about my faith. I believe in God and in His interaction with us on this world. (This is NOT to spark argument or offend anyone but simply an anecdote to explain WHY I believe. ) Sometimes, He reaches out and nudges us. A man we once knew calls them ‘God Winks’. Those seemingly coincidental events that can change lives and alter your course.
On the first good storm, Girl-Child was instructed to build her snow fort out behind our house, but (being 8 now and knowing best) proceeded to build by our front porch. The moment I saw the picture on my phone I felt the nudge. There was a tiny voice screaming in my head: MOVEMOVEMOVEMOVE!!
Normally, the front of our house is fine. A long uphill driveway means we are secluded and playing out there is ok, but our landlord has a plow guy come through for storms and we never know when that will be. He comes up fast to keep the pile moving.
My innermost self was filled with urgency and I texted my wife to get Kiddo out of there and into the back yard…you know…where we both told her to go originally.
I was very busy at work, but there were periods of lull in my morning and these messages came at exactly the moments that I had a free second to respond. *God wink*. I will often leave my phone alone when I hear it ping from a text ( I am the best at ignoring my phone…fair warning) but I was able to respond and my wife replied quickly.
She re-routed the glowering child (who was put out because of the work she had invested in this mighty fortress.) (It did not seem to matter that she was somewhere she was told to NOT be!) She insisted she would listen for the plow and move when she heard it, but this feeling I had…it would not go away.
The plow came up the hill and around a corner faster than my wife had ever seen it move. I was at my workplace with a sick feeling of dread in my guts even though I knew Small-Fry was now in the back yard. (When it comes to a kid wanting their own way in something there is still that niggling doubt that she’ll stay where she was bidden, right?)
The next text from my wife stated that the plow had roared up the hill, turned at the front of our unit and wiped out the snow pile in which Munchkin had been playing in seconds. She showed the wreckage to the Girl who was frightened by how quickly it had happened while my shaking hands dialed my HR manager to come tend my phones for a few minutes while my jitters subsided.
And oh…were my shakes real. I had never been so scared, but the terror I felt became calmness pretty quickly. She was safe, saw the benefits of obeying us and the potential price of stubbornness. Lesson learned!
And for ME as well. I believe in a God that cares about our lives and can tap us on the shoulder into action to protect those we love. He uses us to benefit the world around us if we listen and act. Our guardian angels lost a few feathers that day, sending these messages of warning, but all is well and I plan to keep my spirit listening.
This is NOT the first time I have had warnings in my soul, but it was the closest call I have ever experienced. I would love to hear from readers who have had similar experiences!