I’m too old to say “I literally can’t even”. Well, it is my blog, so I’m going to go ahead and say, I literally can’t even begin to describe the hand of God and his amazing work in our lives over the past two weeks. I am going to certainly try though! I am going to try my human best to describe the POWER of our Heavenly Father and give you my very best recall of his promises fulfilled.
Many attendees of the Indianapolis 500 will describe the 2018 race as one of the hottest on record. Race day was mighty warm, and the entire week and weekend before the race were equally uncomfortable. The humidity was high as well and just seemed to sap the energy right out of my 44-year-old body.
Practice, Pole Day, and Qualifying are usually spent standing on the spectator line in front of the track wall. Steve and I usually stand there for hours and take pictures of the drivers and cars, all of which are just a few feet away from us. This year, I had a hard time with the near suffocating heat and I had to take breaks in the shade. I decided to walk to the infield Pagoda/food court area and sit under an umbrella at an empty picnic table. A few minutes later, a group of six asked if they could sit at the table with me. I say “of course” and they sit down with their lunch.
Before they start eating, the gentleman who asked if they could sit with me asks the group if they could say a quick prayer to bless the meal. Out of respect I bow my head as well. The prayer was heart-felt and Christ-centered. Very rarely do you hear others pray Christian prayer in public these days, especially when in the presence of a stranger. I was moved and intrigued. I have been a follower of Christ since kindergarten (Thank you Mrs. Haupt and Mrs. Gutekunst) but became passive about my walk with God for nearly two decades. My husband, stepson, and I have rededicated our lives to Christ, so hearing others share their faith makes me feel an immediate bond to them.
I tried not to eavesdrop on their lunch, but I could tell the man who led the prayer was a group leader of some kind and he was having fellowship with a family. I would discover later that the man who led the prayer was speaking words of hope, faith, and encouragement into the lives of a family who recently lost their teenage daughter to an automobile accident.
I tried to busy myself with apps on my phone, but I wanted to reach out to them. I wanted to let them know something about this prayer and the gentle words of compassion spoke to me as well. As they got up to leave I felt shyness come over me and I didn’t want to appear awkward and nosy. I shushed the nagging whisper in my head and I extended my hand to the group leader anyway.
“Sir, I overheard your prayer with the group. I just want to tell you how awesome it is to hear a fellow believer not ashamed of his faith.”
He shook my hand and introduced himself. He thanked me for my words and for allowing him and his guests to sit at the table with me. I told him it was absolutely no problem and I’m glad our paths crossed. I noticed the logo on his shirt, “Kingdom Racing”. I had seen the name in the racing community, but expressed that I didn’t know much about them. He handed me one of business cards and it read, “Tim Carrie – Outreach Director” at Kingdom Racing. We wished each other a pleasant day.
When I met up with Steve again I told him about my pagoda picnic table experience and showed him Tim’s card. Steve recognized the logo and knew a bit more about them than I did. He reads everything about Indy Car whether online or in print and he had seen the name pop up occasionally. More notably, as a Christian he was very taken with the humble interaction I had with them. We agreed to keep the organization in our prayers. Little did we know that God was going to keep our paths crossing with Kingdom’s over the next week…
Part Two coming soon! I can’t wait to tell you all about meeting Tim’s lovely wife, the Del Canto Family, and a powerful prayer with a young and popular renewed follower of Jesus who is also an Indy Car driver. ALL of this wonderful experience ties into our memorable Indy 2018 as a Blended Family.
I got my first Mother’s Day card EVER yesterday! It made my day. My stepson wrote the most genuine and loving words. It felt good to be acknowledged and hugged by my sweet husband and the child (well, technically grown man) I consider my own flesh. I was able to spend a few days and Sunday morning with my own dear Mom, too. Praise Jesus for his grace and gifts from the heart. ❤️