I have a story to share with all of you that has been on my heart….

I was leaving my northern California home for L.A. to attend a worship music conference at Saddleback Church in Orange County. This was my 3rd time to attend the conference with other members of our church’s praise team band. We always leave really early in the morning in order to get to Saddleback for the opening events of the conference.

I got up in the dark and put my stuff in the car to drive to my friend’s home where we were all meeting for the trip. I noticed the time I left my house – 2:54 am. There was little traffic at this early hour. The road I took had some construction going on, causing some lanes to narrow and merge.

In the dark construction zone, I did not realize the “fast lane” I was in had merged right till literally 10 feet in front of me I saw one bright headlight coming straight at me. It was a motorcycle. I don’t even remember turning my car, but somehow I swerved out of the way at just the right moment. I could actually feel the air against my car as the motorcycle moved past me.

As I tried to catch my breath, and make sense of what had just happened, I looked in my rear-view mirror to make sure that the motorcycle had passed on and was ok. As I looked, the motorcycle made a U-turn and began to follow me. My heart started to pound, and I began to feel really nervous. At the next red light I slowed to a stop and the motorcycle driver sped up to my passenger side. When I looked out the window, I could see rage in the man’s face. It was frightening.

He began to scream at me to “pull over”. I actually thought about it for a second, then came to my senses, and kept going. There was no way I would pull over on a dark empty road, for a strange man, who was extremely agitated! As I drove to the next stop, he pulled up on my driver side, screaming again and yelling for me to pull over, and roll down my window. At one point he even pulled in front of me to try and stop me, so I had to veer around him. I was so scared. I flashed my headlights at an SUV driver nearby to get his attention, but he made no response.

I knew the only other thing I could do was to call 911. The dispatcher was truly an answer to prayer. I was frantic, almost crying, and she amazingly calmed me down. She told me not to pull over, to just keep driving, and she would guide me to the police department, a safe destination where we would have a mediator. She guided me through different streets to get me onto the freeway while, all the time, the guy was still following close behind me. About 10 minutes later the guy on the motorcycle pulled into a nearby gas station and quit following me. I told the dispatcher he was gone, but she stayed on the phone until we were both certain. She asked me if I felt safe going to my friend’s home now instead of the police station. I told her yes, and she stayed with me all the way there. Once safe at my friend’s house the dispatcher said that the police would notify me if they were able to make contact with the man on the motorcycle. My friends heard my story and saw that I was upset, still very shaken up. They first prayed with me, to help calm my spirits, and then we headed down to L.A.

While driving along I couldn’t stop thinking about the morning’s events. I felt myself becoming more anxious, worried, emotionally exhausted, and even nauseous. I kept wondering if this angry guy would try to find me. He was so mad, and I couldn’t blame him! I didn’t even want to think about what could have happened if I hadn’t moved in time!

Four hours down the road the police deptartment called to let me know they had made contact with the man on the motorcycle. They told me that he reported that I had sideswiped him. He wanted my identification so he could sue me. I was completely honest with the cop about what had happened; about how I had been in the wrong lane, and the near miss. I said although it was a close call, I had never made contact and that my car did not have any damage. The cop told me I didn’t have to worry. They had checked his motorcycle for damage and found nothing. They told the guy that they would not give any information to him about me.

Even after reassurance from the police officer I was still worried. During the long 7-hour trip worrisome questions consumed me; Would he be able to find me. Did he have my license plate number? Was I in danger from him? I became really angry at one point, because I couldn’t believe that this had happened to me! Why did I have to take that stupid road anyway! I had almost gone another route. Why didn’t I just pay more attention to my surroundings? Why didn’t we just leave the day before at a more normal hour? My whys were getting the best of me.

Arriving at the conference, we checked in, and met up with my pastor who was already there. When he asked how our travels were, the whole story came out. He was concerned too, and to help ease my mind, gave me the number of a retired police officer who goes to our church. Pastor said, to go ahead and call him, to ask him my questions to help ease my mind. I did. But even after talking to this calm retiree; even though he answered most of my questions; even though he said he would pray for my worries to subside, I didn’t feel any better

After the phone call, I headed into the church for the first speaker, Saddleback’s pastor Rick Warren. Some of you may recognize his name, or may have read his book, “The Purpose Driven Life”. As Rick came out, and began his presentation, I looked down to read the title of his message. It hit me between the eyes, “How to Worship Instead of Worry.” I was completely awestruck. I could not believe what I was hearing! The entire sermon was on how we cannot worship or have a true connection with God if we have worry in our lives. Worry and worship are like oil and vinegar. The Bible verse he read was Psalm 105:4. “Go to the Lord for help and worship him continually.”

Rick talked about the ABC’s of worship:
Asking God for Help
Believing God can handle any situation
Confessing your inadequacy “humbling yourself”
Depending on God to save us
Expressing Thanks to God in advance
Finding the blessings in the bad

I knew, then and there, this sermon was written for me, and that God wanted to tell me something in a very clear way! I was so amazed at how every word spoken in that sermon directly related to my experience that morning. The worry weight began to lift.

After the sermon was over, we went outside for some refreshments. Since I had already talked to my husband, my pastor, my praise teammates, and the police, I figured I should call my mom. Getting her on the phone, I began to tell her my story. I wanted to tell her what had happened, and share how the sermon I had just heard seemed to be written just for me. I couldn’t finish. She began to interrupt me. She told me that at 2:30 am that morning, she woke up suddenly and couldn’t get back to sleep. She got up, went into her living room and decided to read the Bible. At 3:00 am, my mom began to pray for the safety of all her kids – my brothers in the service overseas, and me. When I heard her say this, I broke down. I couldn’t believe it. She had been praying for me at the exact moment my horrible experience was occurring. I thought about it. It takes 6-7 minutes to get to the construction zone from my house. I left my house exactly at 2:54 AM…. You do the math.

Why I have sent you this entire story? I guess I just wanted to share the awe that I now have of God, and the mysterious, wonderful ways he worked in my life:

~ How God could place his hand on a vehicle, and push it out of the way of on coming traffic, or cause my hand to move the steering wheel just in time.

~ How He could work through a dispatcher to help me out of danger to a safe place.

~ How He could inspire a pastor to write a sermon with words that speak so clearly to me.

~ How He could orchestrate the perfect timing for a small praise team band to be at the very church conference where that pastor would give his message.

~ And, how powerful prayer is, that a mother would be awakened in the dead of sleep and have it placed on her heart to get up, and begin praying for her children. It’s overwhelming to me! Don’t ever stop praying for your kids Moms. God hears you.

I learned so much from this experience, and amazingly, I can actually look at it now and say I’m grateful it happened! It was so scary at the time, but I know there was a reason I went through it. God was watching over me, and he wanted to teach me something about myself that day. Worrying doesn’t change anything. God is more powerful than any situation I go through. God can handle all my battles, and He is the one in control – not me. It’s exhausting when I take everything on myself, and He wants me to give my burdens to Him…so I can let go!

It’s been easy to let worry take over my life many times. I’ve worried about my family, my brothers in Iraq, the war, my parents getting older, my relationships, my home, my finances, my career, my looks, my dreams, or what I’m going to have for dinner. Can you identify? I’m realizing that I have a choice every day, to allow myself to worry about those things, or to trust God with every area of my life. We all have that choice.

This quote now means so much to me, “If God will bring you to it, God will bring you through it.” I pray that my story may touch someone’s life…in some way.

Alissa Doolan ©2006