By Maasa Craig
On the long road trip back from our vacation, I experienced a profound moment of miraculous intervention. We were driving along a narrow, winding road where vehicles often speed.
To calm myself, I kept returning to my lesson for the day: “I place the future in the hands of God.” Up ahead, I saw a distressed man sitting on the ground with another man’s head in his lap, while a woman stood over them both. The man lying on the concrete was dangerously close to the road. My husband, focused on the drive, passed by without really seeing what was happening. We had our tent trailer hitched behind the truck, and with cars close behind us, turning around would be tricky. Still, I said, “There’s someone who needs help,” and told him what I saw—we had to go back.
As my husband found a spot to turn around, I checked my phone—no service. What will we do? I wondered. We are not experienced with first aid and something was clearly medically wrong. We were the first upon the scene.
As we approached, I silently prayed, How can we help him? Please help us help him! The man on the ground looked terrified, and his two companions were visibly distressed. I asked how we could help, but as I stepped forward, the man began shouting, so I backed off to give him space.
Meanwhile, my husband began directing traffic because the distressed man was lying far too close to the road.
I could feel the part of me that wanted to jump in and fix everything, but at the same time, I knew I couldn’t. I slowed down my breath and looked him in the eyes and relaxed myself hoping it would transfer to him.
Then, in a wave of what felt like divine orchestration, help arrived. A large RV pulled over after seeing me wave it over to avoid the man. The driver rolled down her window and asked what had happened. I said, “I’m not sure—he’s having some kind of emergency.” She responded, “Well, I’ve got a paramedic in the back!”
As the paramedic got out, another man from the opposite side of the highway ran over—he had first aid training. Then a third person approached and quickly assessed that the man had just experienced a seizure.
Before we stopped, no one had. And once we did, everyone who stopped after us turned out to be a medical professional. It was mind-blowing. We left the man in their capable hands, and with the cluster of vehicles around the scene, it was now clear to other drivers to slow down.
Even though I wasn’t able to help in the hands-on way I had initially hoped, I truly believe Jesus answered my prayer—by sending those who could.
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The miracle extends without your help, but you are needed that it can begin. [CE T-27.VI.1:2]
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