Several years ago when I was pinching every penny, I went online and purchased a refurbished radio/CD player. This was supposed to be a high quality brand that would last a long time, and end up being a better purchase than anything I could buy off the Walmart shelf.
Well, after a few moves and a misplaced remote, the CD player no longer worked and the radio decided to play whatever station it wanted. Radio roulette.
It should have been replaced a long time ago, but it hasn’t really been high on the list of priorities. And for the sake of this story, I’m so glad I held on to it.
Thankfully, when I first set it up in our living area after our last move, it landed on a Christian radio station and I left it alone. I liked hearing the worship songs playing in the background of everything I was doing, day or night. It was such a comfort in some of the darkest moments of uncertainty, which I’ve been battling the last couple of years.
But then one day, someone hit a button on it and all was lost. It would power up, but the radio refused to play. It acted like it was constantly searching for a station but could never find one. I pressed every button on the thing. I banged on it, shook it, turned it every angle. Nothing worked. After many many tries, I finally gave up on it and turned it off. And then I forgot about it.
Weeks later, on one extra dark and weary night, my husband was out of town for work. I had put our daughter to bed, but I was restless. I felt so alone and worried about so many things. I was pacing the living room filled with fear. I could physically feel the spiritual attack that was happening to me, and I needed help.
I walked over to the broken radio and turned it on. Just maybe it would work this time and go back to my Christian radio station I had enjoyed before. No luck. The power was on but the radio was still stuck in neverland, with no stations to be found.
So I turned it off again, and started to pray. I asked The Father for help. I asked Him to please send me some worship music to calm my spirit. (Sure, maybe I should have just grabbed my phone and found something on YouTube for the time being. But I wanted my radio back. I wanted to hear songs about Him playing in the background all day and night again.) I finished my prayer, took a deep breath, and turned on the radio again.
And there He was.
A soulful choir was singing the most beautiful worship song I had heard in a long time. And then when that song ended, another beautiful song began. It wasn’t the same Christian station that had played before. This was something completely different that I hadn’t even found in my car while driving in the area, and to this day, I still haven’t.
That night, my desperate prayer was answered. The instant I heard that worship music come on, I felt the fear begin to flee. Such relief filled my soul! I could no longer feel alone because The Lord had just pushed back the darkness right in front of me. He is SO worthy of our praise!
To some, it might seem like the smallest thing — a mere coincidence to be shrugged off. But to me, especially that night, it was nothing short of My Father showing up to say, “I’m here. I see you, and I love you.”
He is and always has been my greatest Friend and Protector.
I pray that this short story blesses you, and helps you to see the “small” things in your life that His loving hand has touched just for you.
Love,
Emily
