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Encouragement From MeLinda Ann

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Let Me Share A Recent Testimony With You.

Last night, I had an opportunity to share a few testimonies with some new friends, and I suppose that is what inspired me today.

Two weeks ago, I pulled a muscle in my back. I was ordered to rest for about 5 days and then follow up if it didn’t improve. On day 4, I was still in pain, but not as much. But let me tell you, adrenaline makes you do crazy  things!

It was an early Friday morning in October. My husband headed out to his car with our older two boys to take them to school. As he went to drive away, he noticed something wrong with one of the wheels, so he backed up back into his parking spot.  We don’t have a driveway. We park on the street in front of  our house. My husband, Ben, gets out of his car to see what the problem is. He noticed that the lug nuts had been removed/stolen from the wheel.  So, he and the boys get into my vehicle and head to school.  Ben resolved to deal with the problem after the kids got to school.  Our youngest goes to school one hour later than the older two.  When Ben returned home, he went into the restroom.  While he was in there, I heard commotion outside.  I got out of bed to see what was going on. That’s when I saw a man stealing the wheel right off of Ben’s car.  I took off running out the door to stop the guy.  I yelled for Ben as I was running.  He didn’t hear anything other than his name. He thought I was hurt or something and needed his help.  But then he heard me yelling outside.  By the time I get out to the street,  the man already had the wheel in his back seat and was getting into the driver seat.  This is where the adrenaline kicked in… I decided that I was going to stand in front of the car,  I guess I thought I could hold him back until my husband got out there.  I was very wrong.  The guy guns the gas pedal, peeling out, just as I move out of the way. But as he drives off, I decide to hang onto the side of the car. Now, imagine, I’m still in my jammies, barefoot, and bedhead going on. I started Flinstoning it, running as fast as I could to keep up until my feet gave out, at which point I decided to let go of the car.  I rolled off onto the pavement, and 2 seconds later, I popped back up. I turn toward my house to see my poor husband standing there in disbelief.  You see,  he couldn’t see me in front of the thief’s car. My SUV was blocking his view. But as he headed toward the street, the car sped off, and he turned to follow it to get the license plate, but then he saw me roll off onto the ground. He thought I was dead. Needless to say, he didn’t get the license plate number.

We head into the house, and I return to my bed. Ben is frantic and doesn’t know what to think or do at that moment. I was hurting and emotionally drained. This was way too early to deal with this drama. Finally, Ben tells me to call the police, so I do. They come but can’t do much because we have no evidence. The internet was down during that time, so nothing got recorded on ring cams. While Ben talks to the police,  I take our youngest son to school. He had seen a little bit of what happened. I had a talk with him on the way, reassuring him that I was fine. When I returned home, the police were gone,  so I went back to bed. Ben spent the next few hours planning our next move.

Here’s the thing, his tires were dry rotted and peeling, it was a death trap. But our finances were not the best due to him being off of work the previous 4 months for carpel tunnel surgeries on both wrists. I suggested that we apply for a loan to get us through. He was returning to work that following Monday, so we desperately needed to not only replace the wheel, but all four tires as well. We were approved for the loan and the tire place gave him a discount because he told them what had happened.

As the day went on, I began to feel every bruise. We decided I needed to go to the ER to be sure nothing was serious. I kept laughing every time I explained why I was there. The story sounded so crazy and stupid to me. All I could say was it was the adrenaline. Ben, on the other hand, didn’t find any of it funny. He was still trying to deal with the flood of emotions from seeing me on the ground, believing I was dead, to watching me jump right up as if nothing had happened. The x-rays showed nothing was broken. I was just a little banged up. Over the next couple of days, bruises began to appear in different places. By Wednesday, I was back to normal, even my pulled muscle was healed.

God was with us in so many ways that day. From protecting me to approving the loan to providing the push we needed to prioritize new tires. We will never know how many trips we were away from one of those tires blowing and causing much more damage. God was with us, He always is.