Phil 4:6a”Be anxious for NOTHING …”
She Locked Her Keys In The Car
A woman was getting a pie ready to put into the oven when the
Phone rang. It was the school nurse: Her son had some down with a high
fever and would she come and take him home? The mother calculated how
long it would take to drive to school and back and how long the pie
should bake, and concluded there was enough time. Popping the pie in the
oven, she left for school.
When she arrived, her son’s fever was worse and the nurse urged
her to take him to the doctor. Seeing her son like that – his face
flushed, his body trembling and dripping with perspiration – frayed her,
and she drove to the clinic as fast as she dared. She was frayed a bit
more waiting for the doctor to emerge from the examining room, which he
was doing now, walking toward her with a slip of paper in his hand. “Get
him to bed,” he told her, handing her the prescription, “and start him
on this right away.”
By the time she got the boy home and in bed and headed out again
for the shopping mall, she was not only frayed, but frazzled and frantic
as well. And she had forgotten about the pie in the oven.
At the mall she found a pharmacy, got the prescription filled and
rushed back to the car. Which was locked. Yes, there were her keys,
hanging in the ignition switch, locked inside the car.
She ran back into the mall, found a phone and called home. When
her son finally answered, she blurted out, “I’ve locked the keys inside
the car!” The boy was barely able to speak. In a hoarse voice he
whispered, “Get a wire coat hanger, Mom. You can get in with that.”
The phone went dead.
She began searching the mall for a wire coat hanger, which turned
out not to be easy. Wooden hangers and plastic hangers were there in
abundance, but shops didn’t use wire hangers anymore. After combing
through a dozen stores, she found one that was behind the times just
enough to use wire hangers.
Hurrying out of the mall, she allowed herself a smile of relief.
As she was about to step off the curb, she halted.
She stared at the wire coat hanger. “I don’t know what to do with
this!” Then she remembered the pie in the oven.
All the frustrations of the past hour collapsed on her and she
began crying. Then she prayed. “Dear Lord, my boy is sick and he needs
this medicine and my pie is in the oven and the keys are locked in the
car and, Lord, I don’t know what to do with this coat hanger. Dear
Lord, send somebody who does know what do with it, and I really
need that person NOW, Lord. Amen.”
She was wiping her eyes when a beat-up older car pulled up to the
curb and stopped in front of her. A young man, twentyish-looking, in a
t-shirt and ragged jeans, got out.
The first thing she noticed about him was the long, stringy hair, and
then the beard that hid everything south of his nose. He was coming her way.
When he drew near she stepped in front of him and held out the
wire coat hanger. “Young man,” she said, “Do you know how to get into a
locked car with one of these?”
He gaped at her for a moment, and then plucked the hanger from her
hand. “Where’s the car.”
Telling the story, she said she had never seen anything like it.
It was simply amazing how easily he got into her car. A quick look at
the door and window, a couple of twists of the coat hanger and bam!
Just like that, the door was open.
When she saw the door open she threw her arms around him. “Oh,”
she said, “the Lord sent you! You’re such a good boy. You must be a
He stepped back and said, “No ma’am, I’m not a Christian, and I’m
not a good boy. I just got out of prison yesterday.”
She jumped at him and she hugged him again – fiercely.
“Praise be to God!” she cried. “He sent me a professional!”
Phil 4:6, 7 “Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and
supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made know to God.
And the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension, will guard your
Hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”