A Street Called Shea
I am sitting here right now in complete and absolute AWE!
On my way from work and on my way to work, I cross a street
called "Shea." I don't know anyone who lives on that street,
so I really never gave it much thought, but for the past
week for some reason every time I came to the intersection
of Shea, I was led by the Holy Spirit to pray for this
street!
"PRAY FOR THIS STREET SHEA? - Lord, what in the world? Why
would I pray for a STREET?!" None the less, every day, twice
a day, I would ask God to fill the street with his Holy
Spirit, to bless the street and keep the street (?). I don't
question the Lord. I didn't even think about it much, except
to just do as the Lord instructed. No feeling of doom, or
anything, just pray for the street called Shea every time I
came to it!
Yesterday morning at 3:00 a.m. I was suddenly woken from a
very deep sleep. The Holy Spirit said "Get up and Pray." I
thought, "But, I'm tired, it's Sunday, I want to sleep
little while longer Lord." Again, I was told, "GET UP AND
PRAY" So I did. And I said, Lord what do I pray about right
now? What is it you want me to pray about in the middle of
the night? (I was kind of grouchy - thank goodness he loves
us so much!) The Holy Spirit laid my 22 year old son, Eric
on my heart very heavily. Again, no feeling of doom, no
worry. Just pray for him. I did this for about an hour, when
I knew it was ok to go back to bed.
My son, who is a computer engineer by profession, was sound
asleep in his bed. He had an early morning match that he was
going to be at by 6:30 am that morning. My son is very
competitive in Sports and frequently competes on the
weekends very early in the morning. I went back to sleep and
at 6:55 the phone rang. My husband answered - I already knew
what had happened, I already knew why I was told to "GET UP
AND PRAY." My precious only son had been in a terrible car
accident and was taken to the trauma unit with head
injuries. You see, his head went through the windshield. His
chest hit the steering wheel so hard, it was bent
horizontally with the dash board. The next words were "Could
you come to the hospital right away?" There was another lady
involved in the accident, who had been injured even worse
they told me.
Apparently both cars were totalled. Our six year old
daughter was still sound asleep in her bed. My husband
started to get dressed and I said, "No, please stay with
her, I'm going to go alone, I need to be alone with my
Father now." I prayed at the top of my voice all the way to
the hospital. When I arrived, the triage nurse told me that
they had him in X-ray doing an MRI. He had taken quite a
blow to the head and chest and they just didn't know
anything yet. For two hours, I paced and I prayed. I prayed
out loud. I didn't care what anyone thought. A lady in the
emergency room started to cry and had to leave. I prayed
that my pleas to my father had touched her heart. Soon, a
feeling of peace came over me, I just relaxed and left my
son in my Fathers hands. I was called to the room where he
was laying and he took one look at me and said, "Mom, I'm
ok. I don't how, but I'm ok - can we go home now?" I jut
broke down in tears and started praising the Lord. Soon the
Doctors came in and said, "We don't know how or why, but we
can't even find a bruise on him!
He can go home now.!" PRAISE THE LORD!!! PRAISE THE LORD!!!!
As we were preparing to leave, my son asked how the other
lady involved was doing, he was quite worried about her. A
police officer appeared in the room and started handing us
all the info we would need for the insurance company. My son
asked the officer about the lady and he said, "Oh, by the
grace of God, she's ok and going home today, just like you!"
PRAISE THE LORD! I couldn't get through a single day without
him!
P. S. By the way, the accident happened on Shea Street.
Penny
Penny@Answers2Prayer.org (Received on Monday March 19,
2001)
