OK, I’ve been feeling an internal nudge to start writing a blog about my relationship with God. Honestly I’ve had the thought for a while, but was a bit nervous about doing it. I know in the “Public Speaking World” we’re advised not to talk about Religion, Politics and Sex. I remember Zig Ziglar saying years ago that he read his Bible and watched the news so that he always knew what both sides were doing. LOL. That cracked me up. He also said that if we never talk about them we will reach a point that when we die that we will lose our opportunity to talk about them. When is a good time?
For me the time is now. An occurrence last week along with two new movies that are out now pushed me a bit over the edge and finally start writing this blog. I’m curious what people think, so if you have an opinion, please post it after this article. I have recently seen God’s Not Dead, three times and Heaven is Real three times. They both moved me in different ways.
I’m still figuring out my own thoughts, beliefs and relationship with God. I don’t have all of the answers. In fact, I’m still searching for many of them. I’m hoping my search and openness about it, helps your journey. Why now?
Last week, I had a flat tire on my motorcycle. (pic, motorcycle) I bought a air pump that I could plug into my car cigarette lighter and filled it up to see if it would hold air. The next morning it was completely flat again. I knew I had to get it to the shop and have them fix it. I decided to pump it up and have Regine, my office manager, follow me to the shop with the air pump in case we needed it. I made it safely, no problem.
Shadow, my repair shop contact called me up and said there was a piece missing on my motorcycle and it would be about $39 for the new part. Repair and do-it-yourself is not my strength, so I said, “No problem I told him, please fix it.”
When I picked up my motorcycle Shadow took me outside to show me what was missing. With passion and enthusiasm he said to me, “Dude, you are lucky to be alive. That missing piece held the rear wheel on. If it moved at all the bike would have thrown you…You are not supposed to be here.” He kept shaking is head and proceeded to tell me those pieces don’t just fall off and were essential. He told me several times how lucky I was.
I thank God for that flat tire or probably would not have gone to the shop and would have never noticed the missing piece. It was not obvious to me. I never would have seen it.
I also wonder how much the small cross my mother made from palms was asking God to protect me. I keep it in a small compartment on my motorcycle. The flat tire helped save me. I wonder how many other times, that I’m not aware of I was protected as well. Hmmmmm.
A flat tire can be a blessing. Maybe some of the things that happen to you are really blessings. What seemingly negative things that happened to you turned out to be blessings?
Thank God for truth, love & laughter,
P.S. Please post your “blessing” story OR your thoughts on my writing this, good or bad!