Sometimes it’s hard to comprehend just how much the Lord loves you and the lengths he’ll go through to protect you. Several years ago I accepted a job to work for a ministry. At the time I was not seeking a job with a ministry, as a matter of fact it had never even crossed my mind. But as you would guess the doors opened, and I accepted a job as a prayer warrior. I was excited about doing the Lord’s work and couldn’t wait to start my new job. I accepted the position with an early morning shift. I had to start work at 5 am which meant I had to get up around 3:30 am every morning. On my first day, I was driving to work, and I got about half way to the job when I fell asleep behind the wheel of my car. I was driving down a three lane road. The center lane was the turning lane, and I was driving in the far right lane. As I drove down the street, my head dropped to my chest, and I fell asleep.
Though I was asleep, I became conscious of a heavy foot pressing down on my foot. Naturally since I was driving, I had my foot on the driver’s pedal. But I had the feeling of someone else’s foot sitting on top of mine. Though I was asleep and not fully aware of what was going on, I kept thinking to myself, why is someone putting their foot on top of my foot? Why is someone pressing down on my foot? Who has their foot on top of my foot? As I tried to figure out whose foot was on top of my foot I found myself beginning to wake up. When I woke up, I saw that my car had moved from the far right driving lane to the center turning lane. When I opened my eyes, I could see the speedometer on my car slowly and consistently lowering. I could see the dashboard through a small opening on the steering wheel. I watched the numbers on the speedometer slowly tick down one digit at a time. The car was coming to a stop. The car wasn’t weaving all over the road. It wasn’t moving very fast; it was slowly driving right down the center lane. When I realized what was happening my first thought was that I knew that the enemy had tried to kill me. My second thought was that I knew that the Lord had sent an angel to save me. I knew he placed an angel in my car to put his foot on top of my foot and slow the car down. I was shaking from head to toe, and screaming thank you, Jesus, all the way to work.
Once I arrived, I was a nervous wreck, and I was in no condition to pray for anyone. But I had no choice, I had to do my job. I took my first call as a prayer warrior, but I couldn’t complete the call because I could not figure out what the woman wanted me to pray. I prayed for her, but I knew that she was not satisfied with the prayer, and it wasn’t what she requested. The second call was from someone who spoke broken English, and I couldn’t understand their request. I fumbled through it, but I had no idea what they wanted. Out of frustration, they hung up. The third call was from a man who was living in a mental institution and was incoherent.
After taking the third call, I took my headset off and put it down on the desk. I was so upset and almost in tears. I was convinced I had made a mistake! I kept saying to myself that I couldn’t do the job. I didn’t know what I was doing. I was a wreck. Then all of a sudden I realized that I was being attacked. I realized that the enemy was trying to prevent me from doing the job the Lord sent me to do. First he tried to kill me on the way to work but the Lord sent his angel to protect me. Then he tried to discourage me from being a prayer warrior by sending me three consecutive calls I was unable to complete. Suddenly I got mad. I was not going to quit my job! The devil was not going to scare me from doing God’s work! I rebuked, I resisted, and I did everything I knew to take authority over the enemy and demonstrate who I was in Christ. I then went back to the phones, and I have remained with the ministry.