Just a beautiful adventure day. Coffee. Mountains. Curvy roads to the top. Brunch. Cookies. Pizza. Sounds like a wonderful day.
Driving in a red Buick enclave, there is a woman who seems to be between 25-30 years old. Her eyes are just screaming for help with tears rolling down. Two men in the back seat, one seems to look lost high on something and the other, well just a prick. Hate in his eyes. Pain in his heart. How many of us would just drive right past with the Holy Spirit tugging on your gut to take action? Or see them pulling into the same gas station and keep driving past in hope’s there is another one along the way just to avoid eye contact; or the situation possibly going south really quick and the rest of your day is ruined because you are a witness to something.
Are you truly an advocate for others around you or do you just say you are but let life get in your way of truly letting your life be interrupted by the Holy Spirit daily?
Sitting in the van beside that car I knew there was something going on, my hole team new. Those tears were not happy tears. They were screaming for help in a car full of helpless people. Pulling up at the store with a few people from my team, my protective side pulls out. Automatically thinking through my flesh saying I have got to get to that woman to help her. But as I was walking I just continued to walk on into the store. Each step wanting to turn back. But I didnt. One of the men in that vehicle came to follow me in the store so close I could feel the heat from his body. He was speaking very unattractive to me. I stopped in mid step, turned around kindly, with my “cut you with my eyes look”, and asked him to remove himself from this route in this store because it wasn’t working for him today. As he went on following me he picked up a pack of condoms and Cigarillos. I just got my stuff checked out and walked on out to the van. Cussing at me as I walked back to the van. Upset that I still didn’t even lay eyes on this woman. Asking the Lord what else can I do and what action must I take? I called 911, gave them all the descriptions of the car, the man, and the street the car and my team were on. Two minutes later they were out of our sight and the 911 operator had me on hold. Finally transferring me to the state patrol 5 minutes later, I get the same questions. What kind of car was it? What was the man wearing? Was he showing signs of covid? What was the vehicle license tag? Repeating all of this again he hangs up on me. As my team and I get back to the house my phone rings. Restricted. I answer.
Hello
Yes maam is this Ms. Eva?
Yes it is
I was calling you to update you on the situation.
…….. blank moment of prayer.
We caught the vehicle and we thank you for being brave to not overlook this situation. The man you described was a man we were looking for. He had felonies and warrants out for him. The woman was being held at gun-point making her skip states for him to get away.
I crumbled. My heart and gut finally settled, praising God for the quick reactions He put into play. Just thinking please God let this turn her around to you. Please let this give her the courage to be bold and strong to stand up. With the actions he had me take not out of flesh, but the Holy Spirit moving, and with the actions my team was taking in interceding for this moment. A woman’s life got saved from whatever was about to happen to her.
That woman could have been your best friend in that car.
That woman could have been your sister in that car.
That woman could have been your daughter in that car.
That woman could have been your granddaughter in that car.
That woman could have been you in that car.
We all have a past. Something tragic happened that might seem small, but it hurt you. As a woman who was once lost in this world feeling like my life was nothing and all I had was a man who said he loved me but beat me all the time for stuff I did that was wrong or things I didn’t do that he told me to do. Being held at gun-point was me once in my life. Feeling hopeless like there is no one out there that is going through these things or that no one cares about me, wishing there was an advocate for me. Well little did I know I had advocates all through my life. After dealing and going through these things, God has used them to help me become an advocate for others and bringing me closer to bravery. Becoming brave sets us at a stop sign. Are you going to stand up and become brave for yourself and others or are you going to continue to live life in a way that seems the only way? Don’t allow the enemy to come in and try to make you ignore that woman crying at a stop light beside you. Be able to allow the Holy Spirit to interrupt your day. Because that could have been someone close to you.
