One evening at a Search and Rescue school I was at over the summer, we all had to go out on searches for hidden radio transmitters. Some of them went long, and we were going by alphabetical order, so I was last, with my last name starting with V. I left at sunset, the course was supposed to take about 45 minutes. After about 30 minutes, I was real close , but my equipment malfunctioned, and the lights were not glowing as brightly as usual. About 5 minutes later I found I had a dead battery. With no replacement, I was out of the search. Not only would this look bad for me, but I was supposed to track another transmitter back to our new campsite. I was lost. In the last few minutes of the pale glow before the battery completely died I prayed that I would be able to find another, or at least find my way back. Then, after a minute of last ditch efforts, the equipment was silent. It was at this time I realized I was not going to find another battery. I sat there and cried...really frustrated, and I dropped my gear near a large clump of knee high grass. I prayed to God, asking that He would get me out safely. I sat there for a good 10 minutes, trying to clear my head and decide what to do next. We were at an active army base, and there was live fire less than 5 miles away, and my team campsite was about 3 miles away. All I knew is that I was somewhere in the middle of Indiana, with no way of finding my exact position. The exercise was arranged that way, but it really backfired on me. I was about to give up and try to head away from the 'booms' to my west. Then I noticed a small red light in the middle of the grass. The night was windy, and I noticed it changing intensity through the grass. As I looked closely, I saw that it was the first transmitter I was tracking. I picked it up and turned it off. As I snapped off the back panel, I whispered a quiet prayer. A 9-volt...just what I needed. I took it and replaced the dead battery in my equipment, and I was able to make it back to the campsite. I truly believe that God helped me, and directed my every move. Later, after I returned to camp, I told one of my best friends there what had happened. He looked at me astonished, I was tracking one of two transmitters out there without a built in battery. A 2 in 20 chance. I still think of that as my role model of what God can do for us if we are sensitive to Him, and his calling. I do believe in God telling us things...after that how could I not.
God listens to us, and He will guide our every move. If He had not arranged for that, I could have gotten seriously lost, or I could have made it back to a recognizable landmark. I really prayed, and as I was making up my mind to set out, I was confident that He would guide me. I can not write that off to coincidence, I thank God for His great provisions for every step of our lives. If we are sensative to His call, He will always be there for us, no matter what. Remember the 4 keys to faith...pray, believe, expect, and recieve!!!
In Him,
Chris V.
This is another devotion I got from TDDM.
