Edward Hancock II
The Imperfect Blog
|Posted by EHancock2 on March 22, 2015 at 8:50 PM|
At 41 years old, I'm still learning to put my full trust in God. I'm still learning God has a bigger plan. I'm still learning to trust in that "But God..." that keeps cropping up in my life. You'd think I'd have learned by now, huh? Well, it's like I keep saying, "God, I realize this is a test but You need to remember I'm just a C Student."
This weekend, I think God was really trying to raise my average. Sadly, it didn't really work out that way.
It started on Friday. I hadn't been feeling well with my back. But it had come and gone so I figured I'd be well enough to go to my book signing in Hemphill. Friday, I woke up hurting. As the day wore on, my knees swole, my hips began to pulse with pain and my back muscles stiffened and knotted up like I can't even describe. Needless to say, I was forced to cancel my Hemphill appearance the next day. Saturday, I spent much of the day kicking myself. As the day wore on, my pain subsided and I began to feel almost human again. So, having been a prisoner to my own body all day, I decided to trek to Longview to stretch my legs so to speak.
On the way home, it happened. My headlights began to dim. Windshield wipers began to slow their pace. The dash illumination started to dim, though more and more warning lights popped on, making me worry I wouldn't get to a safe spot. Thankfully, I did manage to pull into an Exxon station on the route home. Turning the key off, my first thought was to call for help. Being nearly 10 at night, I didn't want to try my stepdad, as I figured he'd be asleep. So I tried several friends first. Nobody answered. So, reluctantly, I called my stepdad, who got out at 10:00 at night without any thought of himself. Alone, in the dark, I again called several friends, mostly just seeking to ease my nerves, being stuck alone on a dark road, during a dark, rainy night in a very dark world where people are kidnapped and killed at random. Thankfully, my cousin, Bekah answered the phone. Normally, I have a rule about calling before 9 in the morning or after 9 at night. If i call outside of those times, either I didn't look at the clock, the clock was set wrong or I'm having a crisis. Last night, I was having a crisis. My cousin was there for me during my trepidation.
Once my stepdad arrived, I hopped in his car and he took me home. On the way, I began to remember I had been scheduled to be in Hemphill that day. The pain in my hip was gone now. The knees had shrunk and loosened up. The back pain was there, but it was down to something manageable. And there I sat, safe, in my stepdad's vehicle. Bekah had stayed on the phone with me 25 minutes, while I waited for him to arrive. I have little doubt she'd have stayed with me the whole 2 hours if Cooper had been forced to drive to Hemphill to get me. But he wasn't forced to do that. Because God found a way. God kept me home. Now there will be those who will say "God didn't cause you pain. That's cruel!" But think about it. Is it really cruel? I deal with pain daily. God didn't CAUSE my pain. But what the devil means for my destruction, God uses for His Glory. So, yes, folks. GOD used my pain as a means to an end. GOD saw my car failing. God saw my drive to Hemphill and knew I wouldn't make it home. Maybe God saw my death on the side if a hemphill highway and said no. Whether God directly increased my pain or just took His hand off for a moment so that Satan could cause it to increase, I don't know or care. That point is irrelevant. My car broke down in familiar territory. My cousin was my physical guardian. My stepdad was my rescuer. Jesus is my savior. And God is my King.
I'm not alive to write this because of chance. I'm alive because God protected me, got me to somewhere safe. And sent the right people at the right time to help me. I'm alive because the devil had a plan...
Love to you all. Have a great SONday.