Monday, November 13, 2006

Hotline to God

I am a very spiritual person and hope this blog does not offend anyone. I am puzzled by atheists... I've seen so many things in my life that I just have absolutely no doubt God exists.

Setting that aside, I'm a practical person. If I live a good life and find out there is no heaven, oh well...I lived a good life and was good to others. But to not believe and then find out there is a heaven??

So my post One Good Turn had me thinking about other times I prayed and BOOM, it was answered.

One was rather simple. I was shooting a t.v. show. We were five weeks into a six week run...which meant I was tired. Lots of long hours. It was 6 a.m. and I was driving on the 101 fwy in heavy but fast traffic. Only I was so exhausted, I couldn't hold my head up. I was drifting in and out and realized I was going to hurt myself or someone else. After pinching myself, trying to sing loud and slapping my face, I could not seem to snap out of it. So, I prayed... God, I need to wake up NOW! And just that fast, I was WIDE awake.

The other story is far more impressive. The dog trainer I frequently hired has a party for producers and other industry friends every summer at their ranch in Lake Hughes, about an hour north of LA. I had driven up, had some barbeque, played with may favorite critters and started to head home. Rob, my host, reminded me to stop on the drive down the mountain and check out the views of the lakes (Hughes & Elizabeth).

I'm a sucker for a great view especially where water is involved. When I reached a turnout along the mountain road, I pulled over to the edge parked the car and, out of habit, locked it. I hadn't seen another car in the 20 minute drive from Rob's and there was nothing around... why lock the car???

And immediately I knew my keys were inside. I start having vision of being raped or killed and drug off into the wilderness. I was so upset, I was shaking. So I started to pray. It went something like this:

"God, I'm in a pickle here. And I'm terrified. I need you to send your angels to me. I need your protection and guidance. God, I'm going to have to flag someone down and there aren't too many cars on this road. So, I'm asking that the person I flag down be someone I'm comfortable with and can trust to help me and get me home. I love you and thank you."

My prayer had made me still and calmed me slightly. As soon as I stopped praying, I heard a car. I looked around for a stick or some kind of weapon just in case and decided sand in the eyes would be a good option if I felt threatened. I walked closer to the road to be seen and started waving my arms. My heart sank when I realized there were two men in the truck. I'm pretty feisty but wasn't sure I could handle two bad guys.

They rolled down the window and I explained what I had done. They chuckled and parked their car. The driver said he thought he had a coat hanger behind his seat. As the two men opened their doors, they were talking about a movie and I knew immediately they were in the business. I asked where they worked. It was a post production house in Burbank...one I used all the time. I quickly realized I had talked to the driver on the phone the day before! He was editing the sound on my last commercial!

My car door was quickly opened and I was on my way in minutes and marveling at how fast and how specifically my prayer was answered. (And by the way - that was the wrong turnout...no view of water, just more mountains!)

But, not all prayers are answered with such speed... there was one I prayed for 37+ years. Don't have much hope for that one!

5 comments:

Life at Star's Rest said...

I've had too many inexplicable and spiritual experiences to not believe there is a creative force at work in my life...no matter what you choose to name it. Carmon

CreekHiker said...

Carmon, That's me... too many unexplainable things... that gives me an idea for posting tonight! Thanks! Holly

Velvet Sacks said...

Creekhiker, I'm right there with you on God and the angels. I can think of eight specific times that I've had car trouble on the road, and every single time help has arrived in less than one minute.

One time I was on a dark stretch of I-10 (you know, the Port Allen side just before the bridge) and had a blow-out. A car pulled off the road behind me, and I was so scared, but an 18-wheeler pulled off, too, and parked right in front of me. I figured the odds were slim that two roadside predators would find me at the same time, so I relaxed a little bit. Two guys, strangers to me and to each other, changed my tire in a matter of minutes.

CreekHiker said...

Velvet, I know that stretch of I-10 VERY well. How frightening. I sometimes think we are supposed to be angels to each other... that's the only way I can describe the number of people who have helped me out when frightened, alone and broken down.

ocmist said...

This is a wonderful post and I loved reading it and thank you for posting. I, too, have seen so many wonderful answers to prayers in my life, and in the lives of my family. Miracles still DO happen, and God is in control. His timing is not always ours though. Don't stop praying that long-time prayer for it might be answered tomorrow! Grammy from Corgi Country