Yesterday, Murphy seemed to have moved into our home and car. My husband left for work, leaving behind the keys and other tools he needs to run the service desk for a major grocery store chain. Thankfully, we had just purchased another car, so I thought I’d run it down to him and that would be that.
I went to the car, equipped with eyeglasses and purse, inserted the duplicate key we had spent $80.00 for a few days prior, and the car would not start. No matter what I did, the engine would not turn over. Sure, I prayed, but God didn’t intervene right away, so I called my husband at the store and told him I couldn’t bring what he needed to him. There are some wonderful guys working on our new home to prepare it for painting, so I went to the guy in charge and asked him to drive me to the store and back. He was willing but asked me to give him the car key so he could see if he could start the car. Wouldn’t you know the thing started right up! This man is a believer, and he said God told him to try the car. Mine is not to question why God worked through Wayne and not through me, but it baffled me.
Rest of story: I delivered the stuff to my husband. He came outside with me to see if the car would start again. It didn’t. He then gave me our original key, and it started! This morning, my husband went to check, and the car started with the new key. Praise God!
Oh, one more thing: while he was working, God told my husband we had been under satanic attack. Good thing His word says that no weapon formed against us will prosper. God always wins in the end. His will, plan and purpose prevail.