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by: Victoria Apodaca-Pew
Saturday Ramblins, Vol. 2, No. 16 (August 14, 1999)
I
In 1978, I took my dogs to the vet. One was an Alaskan Malamute named Blue; the other one was a dachshund named Archie.
On my way home and I was thinking about stopping at Woolworth's when a voice said, "Victoria, go home." I smiled and looked in the rear view mirror at the dogs. I thought, Who's talking to me? Am I going crazy?
I decided again to stop at Woolworth's. Again, the voice spoke but with a firmer tone, "Victoria, go home."
I am so stubborn so I thought, No, I can stop at Woolworth's, and I will run in and out, real fast. The dogs will be fine in the car. It was then I heard a very firm voice say, "Victoria, go home!"
"Okay," I said. I'd go home and come back to the store without the dogs.
As I pulled into the driveway the transmission on the car went out. I went inside the house and told my husband, Wayne. We later found out a pin broke in the transmission. It was not a big repair but if I had not listened to the voice, I would have been stranded at the store, with the dogs!
II
In 1979, I was a new mother with a six months old daughter, Alise. I was trying to clean, wash clothes and vacuum. As a typical new mother I was stressed out! While hanging clothes in the basement, I said to myself, "Lord I can never get all these things done plus cook supper! But what do you care? You have bigger stuff to look after!"
With that I heard a voice that said, "My child, I do care, even about these little things. It will be all right!"
I looked around the basement. Only the dogs were there. It was such a comforting voice, very reassuring. I was not afraid at all. A passage from scripture came to my head: Matthew 10:30-31. He knew the number of hairs on my head, and that I was valuable to Him!
All the things I had to do got done!
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