Blue lights were flashing when I looked up in my rearview mirror. My stomach sank to my feet. I slowly pulled off to the side of the road. The state trooper, with a serious look on his face, asked, “Ma’am, did you realize you were speeding through a school zone?”
With a knot in my throat, I answered, “No, to be honest, I didn’t.”
He continued, “What were you thinking?”
I replied, “To be completely honest, I wasn’t. I was distracted by my children fighting. I was busy preaching to them about their behavior as we came through the school zone.”
“Well ma’am that’s no reason to speed. You were doing well over the speed limit,” he insisted.
“I understand,” I said.
He asked, “Did you see the guard in the middle of the road directing traffic?”
I explained, “Yes, I saw him. But I didn’t notice him trying to stop me. He didn’t have a stop sign up when I passed, did he?”
Sternly, he went on, “No ma’am. He did not have a stop sign up. I just wondered if you noticed him in the middle of the road.”
Politely and to the point, I said, “Yes sir, I did.” After giving him my license and registration, he went back to his car to do paperwork. My children didn’t move. I’m not even sure they were breathing.
I was so humiliated to see my uncle drive by, while I sat there waiting. I was busted. Frustrated with the situation, I began to pray out loud, “Lord Jesus, rescue me. Let this be a lesson for all of us. You are my Deliverer. I do not need these points on my license. You know we can’t afford for our insurance to go up, much less this ticket. Please intervene to change this man’s heart toward me and the situation. Please don’t let him give me a ticket.”
Soon the policeman returned to my window with the question, “Ma’am, do you realize how much the fine is for speeding through a school zone?” I nodded no, and he continued, “It’s $490. He asked, “From now on, do you think you can remember to slow down when you’re in a school zone?”
I nodded yes. He peered around into the backseat and into the passenger seat and said, “Kids, stop distracting your mama while she’s driving.” Handing me my license and registration, he said, “Have a nice day ma’am.”
I breathed a sigh of relief, while Hunter and Haley apologized all the way to the allergy doctor.
We all stood in awe of God and how quickly He intervened to change attitudes and the outcome. Not getting what I deserved, the trooper didn’t even write a warning ticket! I praised, “Thank you Jesus! You ARE faithful! God over all nations, kings, authorities, principalities, and individual circumstances! Thank you for hearing my prayer and so quickly moving in that man’s heart.”
Isn’t that the way it is with Mercy, not giving us what we clearly deserve?
Never underestimate the power of praying with belief in the Name above all other names– JESUS! He is gracious and merciful, eager to save.