Last Thursday, I had a crazy day and my thoughts were all over!
All morning and early afternoon, I had been studying for a test, then I drove to campus and parked in a 4pm-6am (or so) parking spot. I was in class from 4-8pm, then I had to learn for the test, take the test by 8.45pm, after that, I had to practice for my violin and voice lessons until 11pm, walk home, do homework until 3am...
Although this is what pretty much every day looks like this semester, Thursday was especially bad... I just had soooo many things in my head.
I went to school on Friday like always, came back home, wanted to get in the car to see my old roommate, get some Korean food, go to a choral concert, and just have some good time.
I walked outside the door and the car was not in my parking spot!!!!
It took me probably 20 seconds to figure that my car was not stolen, but that it was still parked in the professors' parking spot, and that I had left my car there for the last 25 hours.
Since my car was in the professors' parking spot (it's only okay to park there from 4pm-6am), I was 100% sure that I either got booted, towed or that I got a nice $100-200 ticket for standing there all morning and afternoon.
I totally panicked and tried to get a hold of Anthon. When I finally had him on the phone, I told him everything and asked him about what happens to a car here in the US. I had never parked in a wrong parking spot, so I had no idea. And... I had no idea about what BYU does with people like me :-)
I had no idea,...he had no idea either. And even BYU's police couldn't tell me what might have happened with my car. So... I had to walk all the way back to campus *I need some comfortable shoes!!!*
I was very close to tears... I almost had my second meltdown within 3 weeks *record*. I was about to quit this dumb distance- relationship thing and drive back to DC (as soon as I got my car back).
I was angry that I'm doing all this for just a "dumb" paper that states that I got a degree... (getting a degree is not dumb, but when I have a meltdown, I feel like it is stupid to do all this just for a piece of paper - I'm not good at thinking rationally when I'm having a meltdown).
Anyway, I totally felt overwhelmed by all my classes, the homework, getting to bed at 2-3am almost every morning, not getting enough sleep,...
On the way to campus, a professor (who I don't know) came out of the HFAC, with a big smile, and randomly asked me, while walking by: "How are you doing today?"
I was about to say that this day is horrible... but I could overcome my German honesty at least a little bit by saying "I'm surviving" while rolling my eyes. That's all I could get out of my mouth...
I kept walking to the parking lot, where my car would either still be standing or missing...
And.... the car was still there!!!!
At that point, I still didn't know if I could just hop in the car and pick up my friend, but I was just glad to see it there.
I inspected the wheels to see if they booted me... but couldn't find anything. I couldn't even find a ticket anywhere.
I hopped in the car, turned it on.... and I could leave the parking spot. HALLELUJA!!!!!!
My car was not towed, it did not get booted, and I didn't even get a ticket - even though I had parked my car there for 10 "forbidden" hours!
God is a God of miracles - that's for sure - of the big miracles, as well as the small miracles...
I have no idea how this could happen. Many people might say that this was pure coincidence....
But I parked at the RB, and everybody who has parked or walked there before, knows that BYU's police drives around there ALL - THE - TIME!!!
I don't know what God did... did he distract the police all day long from driving around the RB and checking on the parking spots? Did he make the police officers skip my car? Did he let the police officer/s feel that they should ignore my car? Did the police guy see my Wyoming license plate and didn't want to give a clueless Wyoming person an expensive ticket?
I have NO IDEA!!! And I'll probably never find that out...
...All I know is that God knows us very, very well. Although each of us is "just" one of His 7 billion children on this earth right now that he has to take care of, each of us is very special to Him.
He knows what we are going through, He knows our worries, He knows our limitations.
When there are sooo many people in this world with even bigger problems, how could He take the time to let this little miracle happen for me?
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