For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.
In their hands they shall bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone.
– Psalm 91:11-12
Janelle’s miracle stories got me thinking of some of my adventures on the Navajo Reservation:
“Tessa, why don’t we take the afternoon off and go for a drive? Things are not quite so busy this week and maybe we can find the lake that the pastor was telling us about.” I addressed my roommate and mission partner, who was sitting on the couch in the single wide trailer we shared on the mission compound. We had spent several months on the Navajo reservation working with the children of families with addiction and because of the amount of work and covid restrictions, we hadn’t been out to explore the area much. “That sounds like fun!” she replied. “We can pack a lunch too!”
So it was a few hours later that we found ourselves driving up the curvy highway to the Chuska mountains, a range with a high point just over 8k ft and less than an hour drive from where we lived. As we climbed in elevation, we were surprised to see several inches of snow on the side of the road. Despite living very much in the desert, it got quite cold in the winter and sometimes snowed. But the pavement was dry so we were not too concerned about the road conditions. I was soon to learn not to underestimate Arizona mud.
In the car we chattered about our most recent visit to the Keesie kids. Living in a cluster of small plastered buildings, they didn’t have a place to meet inside so we played in the dirt yard. Recently strong winds had made it impossible to meet with them because of the blowing sand. While we didn’t always get to the bible story, we noticed a change in the kids. When we would arrive they would trickle out of the house, bleary eyed from the video games they had been playing. They squabbled with each other and fought. But about halfway through their eyes would brighten, they would start sharing and singing the songs we had taught them last week. Love was working a miracle in their little lives and we got to be apart of it.
We were soon to where we thought the lake was although we couldn’t see it yet. So we pulled over to the side of the road to check the maps. The ditch was wide and covered in snow and I pulled off of the dry pavement on a slight uphill. After a few minutes we decided our route and I let out the brake to move forward and up the hill. But we didn’t move forward. We started sliding sideways deeper into the ditch. Then I shifted into reverse and tried to back out, but only slid further. I imagined what could happen to us. We were two young girls stuck in a ditch in a remote area of a reservation and any random person could stop by. Stories I had heard of young teachers who had been murdered and hidden in the canyons flashed through my mind. It was not a good situation.
I prayed in my heart as I gunned it once again. The car slithered backwards and for a moment I thought we were going deeper into the ditch. Then suddenly we were back on the road again. It happened so fast we almost didn’t know what happened. Did the car get out on its own, or did it get an extra push from an angel?
We stopped a few miles down the road where it was wider and looked at my car. It was completely plastered with mud and no longer red, but otherwise fine. I have no idea what would have happened if we had not been able to get out of the ditch, but God was definitely looking out for us. And not only that, He was working other kinds of miracles in the hearts of the people we were working with. When you are on God’s payroll, you never know what kind of adventures are ahead, but move ahead because you may never know when you feel and angel push!
- Pastor Kristen