Introduction to Hello God, Can You Hear Me?

With billons of voices calling out to God, how is it conceivable He can hear me? I don’t know how, but I know He does.

When I was twenty-eight-years old, I was involved in a car accident. The woman who hit me was in a hurry to get her brakes fixed. As she sped down the windy country road, she couldn’t see that around the curve there were three stopped cars. She plowed into me with such force the backseat slammed into my back. I was in the car alone, and yet I felt a hand on my chest preventing me from flying through the windshield (this was before seatbelts were required). For the next five years I was unable to work. Pain became my closest friend.

At the time, I was a single mom. Suddenly, I was not only unable to work, but also in unimaginable pain. Belonging to a good church is truly a blessing from God. The women of Reisterstown Bible Church cleaned my house, did our laundry, and fixed our dinner. The men picked my son up for church and took him on outings so he wasn’t stranded with me.

The accident happened in October. November was a hard month, but the bills were paid. Then comes December. There was no money for bills or food, much less Christmas presents. A month before the accident, I had a Christmas Around the World party and sold so much I was able to get everyone on my Christmas list a present, including a bike for my son, for free. My sister, Sharon, and brother-in-law showed up with a Christmas tree. I was short one hundred dollars for rent. A Christmas card arrived from a friend’s father with one hundred dollars in it. God was truly taking care of everything.

Of all the amazing things that happened during that time, there is one miracle that stands out more than anything else. I was out of bread and milk and had no way of getting it. I was trying to figure out what I would give Ben for breakfast or put in his lunch for school, when someone knocked on the door. My friend Marge Streicker stood there with bread and milk. She actually apologized for not being able to do more. Until the day I die, I will always see her as the angel who bought me bread and milk. Her simple act of kindness showed me that God really does hear my voice in the billions of voices crying out for Him.