I was almost done proof reading when there was a knock at my passenger side window. There stood a young lady who looked like she'd seen better days. I cracked open the window. She asked, "Can I sit in your car? I'm pretty cold." I quickly ran through my thoughts of safety and being robbed and decided this might be a God encounter. I unlocked the door, pressed Send for the email and she sat down and closed the door. She said thank you then burst into tears and kept apologizing. I rubbed her back and said, "Oh honey, you have nothing to apologize for." She continued breaking down into tears and I tenderly spoke to her, continuing to rub her back.
I asked her what happened. She told me what she felt comfortable telling a stranger. After about 15 minutes I told her I was going to my friend's house. She was a little hesitant until I explained how warm and comforting my friend is. I told her she'd make her breakfast and tea and I knew she had a charger for her phone. She sat and thought for a minute. I asked if I could put the car in gear to leave and if she wanted to get out at anytime, I'd let her out. She agreed to go. I called my friend and as I began to explain what was happening, the young lady burst into tears again and my friend said, yes, get her here.
The next couple of hours we listened to her story and counseled her as best we could. I talked to her about how important it is to stay on your anxiety medication and to stay sober. I shared a little bit of my story then she shared some of hers. She was having a hard time staying sober and I told her you have to want it more than anything. My friend talked to her about boyfriends and boundaries. How letting someone abuse you is not okay. How making healthier choices is the key but she can't do that for she and her baby if she's drinking.
By the end, we drove her home, still concerned about her safety. She has the tools to stay safe - she knows it's up to her to put them into action. We gave her our phone numbers, watched her walk into her house, waited a few minutes then drove away.
God wanted more than my blankets cleaned that morning.
He wanted the soul of His broken child washed clean from bad choices she's made.
She knew I was a Christian from the beginning when she sat in my car.
I wanted her to know she was completely safe. She must have felt God's presence.
Jesus washed my soul clean from bad choices I made, too.
It's important we share our brokenness so that others can relate to us.
Sometimes, when there's a knock at the window, God has sent one of His broken children to receive His love and guidance through you. What an amazing God!
