Bubbles

 by Macy Johnson

“Direct me in the path of your commands,

for there I find my delight.”

(Psalm 119:35 NIV)

 

I drove away from the Senior Center after a fun afternoon playing Bridge with friends. I maneuvered my car into my favorite spot at the nearby grocer, turned it off, and traipsed inside to gather supplies.

 

After loading my purchases, I climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key in the ignition. The dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree then suddenly went black. “Oh, Lord,” I said, “Please tell me what to do!” I called my husband, Jeff, and asked him to come help me.

 

A nice young lady with two small children stopped and asked if I needed help. I assured her my husband was on his way. Upon his arrival, we were both chagrined that his Tacoma could not “jump” the battery on my Tahoe. We discussed our options and decided to call a local car repair company.

 

“Did you call Madison Car Care?” a young man asked as he cheerfully exited his car with a heavy case in his hand. Connected to his contraption, my car started right up. Jeff looked at the name on his work shirt and asked, “Is your name really Bubbles?” The young man chuckled and said it was the name they gave him at work. I thought, “How cool, God, that you sent Bubbles to lift my spirit and rescue me today!”

 

If I had driven home instead of to Ingles, this story might have had a very different and not-so-happy ending. I felt God’s grace pour over me as Bubbles installed a new battery in my car in record time.

 

I will thank my heavenly Father for all the bubbles He blows my way to lift me up to serve in His kingdom. I hope you will, too!