This morning was different. Before this certain day, I'd never thought to myself as I cranked my car, "I hope I can make it to work this morning!" It was a Monday morning, and I began asking God "please let me make it to work." My car cranked and I traveled safely to work.

Later that same day, I got into my car again to go enjoy some espresso at my favorite local coffee place, "Lost+Found". I had the very same feeling I'd had that morning. "Lord, please let my car crank," I asked Him. It cranked and I made it safely to my destination! I thanked the Lord many times as I made it to each place. After enjoying my mocha and great conversation, I headed to leave. Going to crank my car, it didn't crank. It just moaned and acted as if she wanted to crank, but couldn't.

I walked back inside, not worried, however. The Lord had prepared my heart, in glorifying Him through it all. And, I knew people where I was. I was extremely thankful for knowing people at Lost+Found that day! Even more, what are the chances I was parked directly next to the car we'd use to jump me off? The Lord knew (knows) what He was (is) doing!

Pulling out, I called my mom and headed to get a new battery.

Who's the hero? Not my barista friend. Not his car. Not a new battery. Not me.

As if that weren't enough, two days later I was pulling out of my driveway and heard a familiar sound coming from my car, a noise that sounded as if it were coming from a previously repaired part earlier in the year. "No, you're not doing this to me again," I said to my little SUV.

Pulling back in the driveway, I hopped out of my car to investigate. It wasn't at all a previous problem, but a new problem! A flat tire. "Oh no!" Refusing to let worry and frustration enter my headspace, I quickly changed the radio to Christian music, to praise the Lord through the slight inconvenience. I dialed my mother's phone, and before I could explain anything I simply said, "Hey mom, I have a flat tire."

The good thing was, I was at home. I wasn't by myself somewhere foreign or daunting. I was in a safe spot and was able to get help.

Not two hours later, and I was back on the road!

Who's the hero? Not my mom. Not the mechanic. Not a new tire. Not me.

Same day as the flat tire occurrence, I was at my workplace. My school tuition was due and we were figuring out last-minute details about the payments. After a rather upsetting phone call about my tuition, I immediately went to one of my comforting spots where I meet with God at my church - the old chapel. Doors closed, lights off, I grabbed the box of tissues from the back and worked my way to the front alter and fell to the floor sobbing. I needed my Father, then, and in every other moment in my life.

He's my Redeemer, my Savior, my Peacemaker, my Friend, my Counselor, my Rock, my Hero.

He's the Hero.

"Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; our God is merciful.

The Lord preserves the simple; when I was brought low, he saved me.

Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.

For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling;

I will walk before the Lord in the land of the living."

Psalm 116:5-9