Faith that moves Transport Trucks

I was telling my mom this story the other day while we were driving to Simcoe and decided it was one that the rest of the world (all 3 people reading my blog) needed to hear.

 

It took me a long time for me to get my drivers licence (and as it stands I still only have my G2 and not my full G licence).  I had to drive to London for training for work, and this would be the first drive on the highway by myself.  To get where I was going in London I had to merge onto the 401!  I came up over the overpass and looked down into what seamed an impossible situation.  Traffic was bumper to bumper, mostly trucks and some cars, both lanes just packed in.  There wasn’t even an opening large enough for me to fit my little PT, even if I could speed up at just the right time.  I started to panic and was close to tears.  For anyone who knows me, I don’t panic well.  I generally close my eyes and put my hand over my face.  My only prayer was, “oh God I can’t do this, I can’t do this, make an opening for me cause I’m going to die!” Looking down on the traffic I watched and could almost see the hand that moved everyone to the side.  It wasn’t a little opening where one car moved.  It was all of them.  All at once.  For the amount of traffic the size of the opening was unreasonably large.  I wish I had been able to video tape it because it was truly the neatest thing I had ever seen.  It was amazing that day because I felt like God had saved me from the most traumatic experience of my life.  But as days go by and when I feel myself questioning my faith in God I am brought back to that moment.  I had no control over those trucks, but He did.  If He cares enough to move my transport trucks, how much more does He care about the important things in my life?  How much more does He control the things that I can’t when I say “I can’t do this, I can’t do this.”