We were lost. Behind me there were 19 other cars waiting for me to make a move. I was their leader. I looked around and that panic feeling came over me again. “I’ve brought 40 people out into the middle of nowhere and have no clue what to do.” My volunteers were beginning to get restless. I checked my cellphone once again, no service.
As I got out of my car and walked from car to car trying to make peace, I couldn’t help but revert to a familiar theme of mine when I find myself in a tough spot – start blaming others. “Why in the world was I assigned Kingston Springs? I have never even been out here before! There were other people who live out this way that should have taken this area!” Our job that day was to help people begin the cleanup process from the flood that hit Nashville and surrounding areas earlier that week. We came out to Kingston Springs as a part of Cross Point’s “Serving Saturday.” I was leading a group of 40 and we were on our way to a neighborhood that I heard was in dire need. Somehow we had gotten lost and had become the ones that needed help.
In the distance I could see a dirty old truck driving the opposite way. Maybe they would see us standing on the side of the road and stop and help us find our way.
Bob was on his way back home. Well, what was left of his home. He and his wife were returning from the store where they bought supplies and drinks for them and their neighbors. The devastation that the flood brought into their lives was almost too much to bear. They didn’t know where to start. Their home had been completely submerged underwater and the water didn’t recede for 4 days. When Bob finally got to walk into his home for the first time he saw that he had lost it all. Now it was time to clean up and salvage what he could.
Driving back to his home in his old dirty truck that day Bob decided to pray. “God, we need help. Please send help.” He drove over a little hill and on the other side of that hill was 20 cars lined up on the side of the road. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
He stopped and rolled down his window. With faith that could move a mountain he asked, “Are you the people that are supposed to help me?”
“Yes,” I replied. “We sure are.”
We followed Bob back to his house and were able to help him and 2 of his neighbors. Bob said that when he pulled up he yelled to his neighbors, “Help is on the way! You won’t believe what is on the way.” I met some amazing people that day that I will never forget. Bob, Sammy, Kim and Moose will forever hold a place in my heart.
My perception of the situation was that I had failed. I immediately began to try to control the situation. It never occurred to me that God was busy writing a story that day.
Bob’s perception of the situation was that he expected a miracle to happen on the other side of that hill.
How many times do we let our perceptions interfere with the work God is doing?
We weren’t lost that day. We were right where we were supposed to be.