"Turn the car around!"

A few months back, I wrote with great sadness about the death of a woman named Albina Callaway. My sorrow lay partly in the fact that her passing was so sudden and that she left behind a young daughter and partly in the fact that it took me three months to get the news.

Albina was my friend. We knew each other from my mid-day trips to Denney's with my children and mother. She waitressed there and was always such a joy to be around. Read the previous 'blog for the details.

Anyway, my sadness pushed me into something that has become much bigger than just me. I know now that it was really always bigger than just me, but in the beginning I felt like a one-woman crusader.

This is a true story about what happens when we give up ourselves. It's also a story about what can happen when we ask God to give us a job without clearly knowing what reward, if any, will be obtained. It is Emmanuel or "God with us" in the most tangible way. It is a solid refutation of the world's tendency to disbelieve in the existence or power of God.

Before I tell you the story, I have to share the lyrics of a song by one of my favorite Christian singers, Chris Sligh. The song is, "Only You Can Save" and it played through my head over and over in the weeks leading up to what I'm about to relate.

I saw a man today, his whole world across his back

A living monument opposed to my success

I tried to look into his eyes as his shuffled past my car

Sweat beading on his skin, his clothes and hair a mess

As the light turned green and I pulled away, he slowly disappeared

Just a memory of another chance I failed to show your love here


I wanna love because You love
I wanna give because You gave

I wanna reach my hand out to the lost

because I know Your hand can save

Only You can save

Only You can save


Sometimes I have to wonder if I really want to know

The struggle and the pain that others feel

Do I want to hear the stories I see echoed in their eyes

Or is this love I say that I'm reflecting even real

As the light turns on inside my head and I slowly disappear

I steel myself cuz what you call for me is to show your love here…

I wanna love because You love

I wanna give because You gave

I wanna reach my hand out to the lost

because I know Your hand can save

Only You can save

Only You can save

(Save) Let me be Your hands

(Only You can save) Let me be your eyes

(Only you can save) Help me understand

(Only you can save)

That I'm Your hands and feet hidden behind this frail human disguise


I wanna love because You love

I wanna give because You gave

I wanna reach my hand out to the lost

because I know Your hand will save.


In the song, Sligh prays for God to use him in some meaningful way so that he can actually demonstrate the love and purpose of Christ rather than just talk about it.

On Christmas Eve 2010, I did the same thing and the avalanche of blessing that has poured from that one short prayer threatens to overwhelm me.

I found out about Albina's death the Tuesday before Christmas. At that point, I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to do something, something for her or for her family. I didn't know what that "something" would be, but like a pesty fly at a picnic the thought just wouldn't leave me.

That same day, Tuesday, I wrote a letter to her husband expressing my sympathy and regret at only then having learned the news of her death three months before. I went online and found what I hoped was still a good address for him, drove to his house, and after finding him not home left the letter with a neighbor who promised to deliver it for me. I included my phone number and email, in case Albina's husband wanted to talk. My work was done, right?

Friday, the day before Christmas, found me sitting at my kitchen table with my children making last minute crafts to give as gifts. As they finished up, the overwhelming compulsion to pray came over me and, once the kids were gone, I sat there alone and silent, wondering what on earth I should pray. I didn't need anything, so what WAS this about? Why was I being provoked into prayer?

That's when the still small voice of the Old Testament spoke and all I heard was, "Ask to be connected."

Connected? Who was I disconnected from? It was Christmas Eve, I'd sent all my cards to family and friends, my children were happily getting ready for the next day, my husband, mother and in-laws were all up and running. Where was the disconnect?????

Then I realized that the other nagging feeling, the one that made me wonder and worry a little about Albina's family WAS the disconnect. I needed to make contact with her husband! I needed to know for myself that he and his little girl were okay!

This was my prayer: "Dear Father, let me make contact with James so I can know he and his daughter are okay. If I can help them, help me to do this. This is all I ask of you and I pray to see the way clear to make this happen. Amen."

That was it. I didn't know it then, but I had just opened wide a door that has yet to be shut, and the blessings that have flooded through it read like the wish list of a child at Christmas. I believe this is no accident. God sent his son to us on Christmas Eve as the greatest gift mankind would ever have, and it was on Christmas Eve that I prayed to receive the gift of usefulness.

Later that day, on our way home from a friend's open house, I stopped by the grocery store to buy ingredients for a Christmas Day green bean casserole. As I headed back to the house, I was disgusted with myself when I realized I'd bought absolutely everything else for the casserole I needed except the green beans! I dropped off my mother and my girls and told them I'd run up to Walmart to get the beans and that I'd be back soon. We were scheduled to go with friends that night to a Christmas Eve service at their church, so I needed to get back to get ready.

As I headed out of my neighborhood, a voice that was nearly audible in the car said to me, "Turn the car around." I tried to brush it off, not really thinking it could be anything but a niggling, lingering worry about a situation I'd already addressed. I needed to get those green beans!

"Turn the car around!" It came again, and this time I found myself turning the corner and driving away from the store and towards Albina's house. This is nuts, I thought. I've got this to do and that to do and on and on and on -- and all the while my car was headed in a different direction.

As I neared Albina's house, I saw there was a car in the driveway. Her husband must be home, I thought, and what in the world am I going to say? Did he get my letter? Did I offend him? Is he going to blow me off the minute I introduce myself? All these questions and more ran through my head as I shut off the engine, got out, and headed up to the front door.

And then what happened? Her husband answered the door, and when I told him who I was he said, "I was just working on an email to send to you. I got your letter and I just now had time to reply."

We stood on his front porch and talked, and talked, and talked. The sun went down, it began to drizzle, and I began to wonder how I was going to explain all this to my family. Surely by now they were missing me, and thinking the line at Walmart couldn't possibly be that long.

At one point in the conversation, I asked Albina's husband if there was anything I could do for him and he said that although he hated to ask for help what he really needed was some dog food for his two dogs. I asked him what sort of food he had for himself and his little girl and he said quietly, "Not much." Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was now nearly 7 p.m. and I'd been gone a good two hours. I needed to get home. Tonight was Christmas Eve and there were toys to assemble, foods to prepare, and our friends would be meeting us at their church in just a couple of hours.

I offered to run up to a nearby grocery store to get some food and the husband accepted. On the way to the store, I called my husband and told him where I was and what was happening. "Call Rene and Dennis and let them know we won't make it," I said. "There's no way I can get home in time now."

I shopped for groceries like the mother of four children that I am -- peanut butter, wheat bread, bag of apples, bananas, milk, orange juice. I worried that the little girl might not have enough nutritious food to stay healthy and, knowing the family had no health insurance, it seemed paramount to make sure the food I bought was quality stuff.

As I checked out, I glanced at my watch. It was still early enough that if I got the groceries delivered in time I could still make it home to get ready to meet our friends for church and a gift exchange afterwards. I'd call my husband from the car and he could let our friends know we'd be there after all. What could be better? The evening in a nice, tidy package, right? A little good deed and then on to the fun, right? Right?

Then I heard thunder, and I saw the rain, lots and lots of torrential rain. How in the world was I going to load and unload all these groceries without getting absolutely soaked, I asked myself.

As I stood outside the store watching the downpour, it became clear that I was expected to finish the job God had given me. Running to my car, I began loading in the bags as fast as I could while all the while the cold rain seeped through my shawl and into my clothes down to the skin. "You have a chance to help someone else who's hurting far more than you're suffering a temporary soaking," the voice said to me. "Get over it. Your clothes will wash and you will dry out."

I got back to Albina's house and her little girl helped me bring the bags into the house. It was my first real look at the child and she was beautiful. We got everything put away and her dad asked if I'd like to sit for a bit and talk. It was Christmas Eve after all, and it was obvious he was struggling. I glanced at my watch and a sinking feeling crept over me. There was no way now I'd ever make it home in time for the activities we'd planned.

Something was afoot and now my curiosity was piqued. The story of that evening was not over yet, and I needed to stay to get to the end.

Albina's husband and I visited for nearly two more hours, during which time he told me all about his life with Albina and showed me pictures of her as a young woman back in Russia. I watched his daughter string beads as she kept an eye on a children's television program, and at one point she came over to her father to give him a hug. They were okay, and that's exactly what I needed to see. At that point, seeing this was enough.

It turned out to be only the beginning, though.

Visits and conversations in the months ahead revealed many needs.
God revealed Himself in the meeting of those needs.

*The father needed legal help and the funds to prepare a will and guardianship papers in the event he could no longer care for his daughter. A friend of mine from college who happens to be a family attorney took up the case quickly and prepared the documents at a discount. My mother and I had the money between us to pay that bill.

* The little girl needs a mouthful of dental work totaling about $2500. Through a network of strangers on a community online bulletin board where I posted the family's plight and asked for any dental referrals, a dentist has been found who will do all the work for free.

* On that same bulletin board, I posted the need for furniture for the little girl as well as a mattress set so she can have a proper bed. Total strangers have sent me enough money to buy the mattress set.

*Two other families have agreed to donate gently used bedroom furniture. Another woman in my homeschool group has bedding to fit the bed, and yet another lady has offered her husband's help to deliver the furniture to Albina's family.

* Another woman and her business partner are working with their church friends to pray for Albina's family and they are researching options for helping the husband and child move to a better home.

* A man and his father, a Navy veteran, have offered to meet with Albina's husband, who is also a Navy vet, to talk with him about how they can help him register with the Veterans Admin so he can receive his own much needed medical and dental care.

All this out of one prayer.

See what I mean when I say it was always bigger than just me. So many willing and concerned offers of help, so much generosity pouring out of every corner of my community, so many open expressions of Christ-like love and the offer of prayer -- when I think back through the chain of events how could I possibly chalk any of it up to coincidence?

In Matthew 7:7, Jesus tells his followers this:

7“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. 8“For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. 9“Or what man is there among you who, when his son asks for a loaf, will give him a stone? 10“Or if he asks for a fish, he will not give him a snake, will he? 11“If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him! 12“In everything, therefore, treat people the same way you want them to treat you, for this is the Law and the Prophets."

God was always available to help. He was just waiting for someone to ask the question.

Emmanuel. God with us.

If anyone reading this still doubts the power of God to move in a person's life in ways far beyond what the human mind can imagine, email me. Let's talk.

I tell you, He is as real as anything you can touch, taste, smell or feel. In some ways, even more so.

Emmanuel. God with us.

Thank you, Father.