Our Present Help

15 For we have not an high priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities; but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.

16 Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

Hebrews 4:15-16

We are instructed to come boldly to the throne of God for help, but sometimes it takes a little work on our part to accomplish what we pray for. This sister asked the Lord for help to get the school bus she was driving out of the snow. She tried her best, but the bus remained stuck. It took some work, but in the end, the Lord gave her a testimony to share with the Bride of Christ. 

About two years ago, I was late for my school bus run in the afternoon. I was busy making a cake for my niece’s birthday and in a great fluster and panic, I raced out the door. In between, "stepping on it," trying to fit my Message iPod in my ears and the icy lane, I ended up zipping right into the ditch on the other side of my lane. I live in Alberta, Canada and road conditions are often treacherous. "Oh Lord! Not again," I cried frantically, because I had just barely slid into the ditch the week prior (It cost us $400 to be tugged onto the road again).

I dashed out of the bus, and began frantically digging, and putting gravel under the wheels. Trying to dig my back duel-wheel had me plunge into snow waist deep. All the while I was aware that it was getting later and later. I radioed for help. My bus was stuck; it just would spin and sink further. I got down next to the bus, praying aloud, "Lord Jesus, I am a believer. I've laid my hands on a bus before and you've helped it. Please help me get out of the ditch."

It wasn't long after, my husband’s uncle arrived. He told me that arrangements had been made to cover my run. He looked at the bus, and told me his pick-up truck wouldn't be able to pull me out, and that I should wait for my husband to try pulling me out with another bus later. In truth, it would have been simpler for me to just go in the house to finish my cake. As I sat in the bus seat, something spoke to my heart:

"But that's not what you prayed for."

I got up ran, around to the wheels again, and did all the things I had before. I spread gravel, dug some more, and by now the bus door was sitting on the road. It had sunk so far I could barely squeeze in and out. But all praise to God, I put it in reverse again, backed it out, and went down the road. The ease in which it came out was amazing!

I went crying and shouting praises to God! I made my run that afternoon. Not only that, but God gave me a testimony to tell other bus drivers that heard me get stuck that afternoon.

Oh, how I love Him!

Christina Hudson