I want to record two recent incidences of answered prayer.
A week ago Saturday (2nd June) I started to feel unwell about teatime, and progressed to flu-type symptoms and a fuzzy head. Then at 9:30 a fever came over me, such that I was struggling to undress to reduce the heat. Michael was so worried, he wanted to call the doctor. He prayed for me that it would pass and I would be well. By 10 o’clock I was fine. The only after-effect was that I was a little weak the following day.
On Thursday last week (7th June) we went car hunting. I won’t bore you with the details, but we are giving up Michael’s Motability car and buying our own. It proved to be more difficult than we expected. We wanted a small car with low emissions so the tax would be low, but we wanted an automatic. Michael’s arthritis can make driving painful, especially his knees, and changing gear with the clutch is literally a pain. We were told again and again that small automatics were hard to find, and that an automatic gear box increased emissions so we wouldn’t be able to pay less road tax. By the time we came home, our mood matched the awful weather.
Thursday night we prayed that God would help us find the right car, and planned to try again on Friday. The next morning, as we were leaving, I remembered a large dealer that I used to pass on my way to work (for locals: Trade Centre Wales), so we went there first. We explained what we really wanted, and asked if they had anything near it. Darren took us straight to a Toyota Yaris automatic with such low road tax that he confessed to looking it up because he didn’t believe it when it came in. Japanese cars are very reliable and Michael likes Toyota, but didn’t mention it as we needed a wide choice. And it’s a turbo diesel, and it has only 19,000 miles on the clock after 6 years, and we had £1500 off the price!
We were actually nervous because it was the first one we looked at, and we wondered for a moment if we should look around a bit. I think we’re still stunned. Isn’t God good?