We went to the lake to close the cottage for the winter — the weather is getting colder so the water is, too. The men get in the water, wearing waders which they tell me are leaking, and my sons and son-in-law brought in the dock with my husband and his brother carrying the pieces to the garage for winter storage.
Then it was my turn to ride a seadoo to the marina –where it will be “winterized.” So I got on –and pressed the start button–and it went, “Chug- chug….2 feeble chugs in total and then nothing. Then just a beep with the oil light blinking (which light usually means nothing pertaining to oil) –every time I pressed the start button, the seadoo beeped. But no engine chugging– no turn-over. Seemed like a very dead battery. But we were due at the marina –so my son-in-law and grandson were going to ride the other one. He tied us together with a rope and we started across the lake. The waves from their seadoo were coming against mine with a lot of pressure –and sure enough, the old, not-too-thick rope snapped. And I was left to sit in the middle of the lake as they raced to the marina for someone to rescue my boat.
It was a gorgeous day, so I didn’t feel I was in any danger –and was not. And I wasn’t too cold, since I wore clothes over my swimsuit–but I waited and waited –and kept trying to start the engine and getting only the beep…beep…beep.
And then it occured to me to pray –I was in a praiseful mood anyway for such a gorgeous day with blue sky and white fluffy clouds and the fall sun in the western sky, birds overhead –it was fairly calm –somewhere in the bible it says God inhabits the praises of His people. I was feeling very praiseful toward my Maker for the beauty He has given us in this big blue ball on which we live–
In my praiseful reflections, it occured to me to pray for the Seadoo–that it would start. I put my hands on the key and ignition and asked the Lord in Jesus’ name to please do this little favor –because I knew He could and it would be nothing for Him to do this. Then I pressed the button and it went “chug…chug…chug chug chug chug –and then I choked it –and it went back to it’s dead “beep…..beep…..beep.” I pressed the button a few more times and it did the same.
Meanwhile I saw my son-in-law and grandson, 7, racing back toward me and figured the marina probably sold them another rope (turned out there was no one at the marina to do a rescue, so they loaned him a rope.) It occurs to me now that my son-in-law might have to get into the cold water to tie us together –maybe not –but perhaps he would have to maneuver around on the seadoo; it could be an unstable situation with his little boy aboard, with them tipping over and not being able to get back on the seadoo in the deep water.
Before they got to me, they disappeared around the peninsula to get gas. I didn’t know where they were. The grandson had reminded his father that they were low on gas, or THEY might have been stranded WITH me.
Meanwhile, I decided to ask God once again to please, in Jesus’ name, start this boat. And I prayed for it, touching the ignition again with both hands –and then pressed the button –and it again went, “chug…chug…chug,chug,chug,chug, chugoooooo! ”
And away I went –and I went like the wind! 40 mph over the water– singing the Doxology all the way! amazed at this. The chugging only occured after the 2 times I prayed. Otherwise, only the dead beeps.
And I had power and speed and got to the marina on time.
Meanwhile, the marina salesman came out and I told him my story. He told me later that the serviceman came out with a tow rope, thinking he’d have to tow my seadoo in–and the salesman told him, “No, it’s fine now; she prayed for it and it had a healing!” Sure enough, it started right up. Turned out the salesman is a believer. I thought so from his response when I told him.
I do think it was a battery issue–that the battery needed charging. But it wasn’t going to happen out on the water –except for a little divine power boost –from a God who is personal –who is tuned in to us –who delights in occasionally showing Himself to be real in the mundane situations of a believer’s life –to fortify our faith.
I would rather get miracles for cancer and other tragic circumstances –and I believe we have seen those as well–but we don’t always get our prayers answered. My father died of colon cancer despite my faith that He could be healed — but it was several months later, after his death had sort of rocked my faith, that my former college roommate living in Texas, who knew nothing of his death, wrote me to say, “The Lord has put you on my heart. I am to remind you about the story of Job (from the Bible.)” And so she did. And I was very moved that she wrote me out of the blue like that to give me a simple message that God was with me. That I was being tested and must persevere in faith. How did she know? The Lord laid me on her heart.
"God is not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance and have eternal life."--the Bible