I wrecked the truck.... [not a bad wreck, everyone is okay]

There  was a motor bike stuck under the back of the truck.

The man driving it rolled off and was okay 

But my mind wasn't on him... My mind was on the thought of Thai police men, insurance costs... and an angry Thai man. [Worry and Fear flooded me]

I was bit mad at God.. This shouldn't have happened... looking back it seems impossible, the series of events that happened don't add up and for a while I was left confused and frustrated.

Those worries and frustrations were not from God, they were from Satan, and Satan fighting for any hold he could have on us, because he saw what God was doing, and he wanted to stop Him.

In my own strength and fleshly nature I could not do that, but God washed a special peace over me and all of us. He protected us, and our girls at home were fighting for us in prayer. Through God's love and mercy alone, we resisted the devil and stood firm in faith...

You see, God has been pursuing this man, his son on a motor bike, He loves him so much, and just wants to reveal Himself to him,  just like all lost sons in daughters.

But before God was going to do that He had to get His precious son to slow down... and I guess God chose to bring him to a complete stop... because his bike was under our truck, on the side of Patong hill, surrounded by 10 foreigner girls who are deeply in love with their savior.

As I struggled to communicate with Thai police and was fighting the guilt, fear and shame that Satan was ready to let loose on me. I felt , God was stirring in me... also fighting for me...

The police man came up to me, with unexplainable grace.

As I continued to communicate with the police along with my leaders, my teammates were reassuring me everything was okay and some of the girls jumped right in as we jokingly said... "Well, go do something, share Jesus with that man, pray for the man to be okay and the bike! Let's see what God is doing..."

I couldn't be more proud to have these girls as my sisters in Christ. They were so graciously filled with joy and love that comes from the Lord. They spent time loving on the man talking to him, and found out he was having wrist pain.

Can you guess what happens next?

The man went from clinging to his wrist in pain, to complete range of motion
He went from solemn and in pain, to exploding with joy and HUNGRY for whatever it was he just encountered.

I was communicating with the police man while they were praying and then my head was turned to the other side of the road where my girls we jumping and yelling, praising God...

"He's healed, Jesus healed you! He loves you, He healed you! He loves you so much! He wants to be your God, you know, Jesus!!!"

The police man runs to see what is going on... (the man very proudly showing off his fully restored wrist...)

My teammate is screaming and jumping saying "you should have seen his face!! I will never forget that face, that is a face of a man who just met Jesus!"

It doesn't even stop there...

When he pulled his bike,  [that was earlier STUCK under our truck] there was no damage, no scratches, nothing was wrong with it... he looked at it as if it looked better than before.

Confused and in shock this man continued to thank us... Yes the man who we just got in an accident with was THANKING US... THANKING US.

God spoke to this man on a motor bike, God convicted me of my doubts in Him and spoke to me. I could go on for days about how that night changed things for me, about how God spoke to me, revealed himself and did big things for, to, and through me.