MOVED: "The Big Wheel " Power of Prayer Story

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by fairydust39, Nov 6, 2006.

  1. fairydust39

    fairydust39 New Member

    fairydust39 OT "The Big Wheel " Power of Prayer Story 11/04/06 09:32 AM

    Hope this touches your heart too! Hugs Shirley

    The Big Wheel

    In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and
    just 75 cents in my pocket. Their father was gone. The boys ranged
    from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their Dad had
    never been much more than a presence they feared.

    Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they
    would scramble to hide under their beds.

    He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries.

    Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings,
    but no food either.

    If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that
    time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand
    new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old
    51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.

    The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our
    small town. No luck.

    The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I
    tried to convince whomever would listen that I was willing to learn
    or do anything. I had to have a job.

    Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of
    town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted
    to a truck stop. It was called the Big Wheel.

    An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the
    window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone
    on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65
    cents an hour, and I could start that night. I raced home and called the
    teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with
    her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive
    with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a
    good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.

    That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we
    all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.

    When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent
    her home with one dollar of my tip money--fully half of what I
    averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to
    my meager wage.

    The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and
    began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again
    every morning before I could go home.

    One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and
    found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no
    nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up
    residence in Indiana? I wondered.

    I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his
    mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it
    took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.

    I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough.

    Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys
    for the kids.
    I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some
    old toys. Then hid them in the basement so there would be something
    for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I
    was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they
    would be too far gone to repair.

    On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big
    Wheel. These were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state
    trooper named Joe.
    A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and
    were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just
    sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then
    left to get home before the sun came up.

    When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas
    morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to
    the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the
    driver's side door, crawled inside and knee led in the front facing the back
    Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole
    case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10! I looked inside another box: It
    was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of
    the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries.
    There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes.
    There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour.
    There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five
    toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.

    As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the
    most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
    And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.

    Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they
    all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop...

    THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
    1. "Yes!"
    2. "Not yet."
    3. "I have something better in mind."

    God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You maybe going
    through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.

    Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies
    reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power.

    tlayne Fairydust 11/04/06 09:43 AM

    Thank you for sharing! I do appreciate you sharing hope and encouragement, and others will also read this post and feel it was just what they needed! Love and God's blessings to you dear one! Hugs, Tam

    kayleen beautiful story 11/04/06 10:16 AM

    Whether you are religious or not that was a wonderful story. Thank you for reminding us to be grateful for what we have and care for the people who do have no.

    elliespad The Big Wheel, 11/04/06 10:38 AM

    Thank you for the reminder to ,,, give .

    LOVED PRAYER WHEEL STORY 11/04/06 11:40 AM

    Fairydust, thank you so much for being bold enough to share this. i really needed to see it because today i am on the rm rollercoaster and needed some sunshine to break thru the pain.


    sisland Beautiful Story!! 11/04/06 11:53 AM

    Reminds me of the days when I was working very hard to feed and clothe My Girls (3) We definetly Had angles in our lives!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,God Bless you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Sydney

    Cinlou Prayer Story.... 11/04/06 12:06 PM

    Thanks for the does not matter what faith or beliefs or non belief....what matters is to love and show compassion for another...beautiful story...thanks!

    carolin OT "The Big Wheel " Power of Prayer Story 11/04/06 12:45 PM

    What a beautiful story and I think it was meant to be for me to read this today.

    Christmas is coming quickly and between me and hubby we don't know what we are going to be able to do for our three wonderful kids since the both of us have recently been laid off from our jobs.

    This story really makes you stand back and think and I know somehow we always manage to make it through anything with God.

    Thank You and wishing you many blessings!


    fairydust39 OT "The Big Wheel " Power of Prayer Story 11/04/06 02:25 PM

    Tlayne,I wish you many Blessing this Holiday and Lots of Love

    Kayleen,Yes we all need reminded of the times we had very litte. I had lots of times over the years.when I had nothing.

    Elliespad,Yes we need reminding from others to give what we can.

    Loved,I'm glad that it helped you and you will be in my prayers.I hope that you will soon feel better.

    Sisland,Yes it reminds me too,of raising my children alone.
    But I got though it with God's help.

    Cinlou, What faith or beliefs we have doen't matter we still show compassion to all.

    Carolin,I was hoping that,if made a difference for just one person,it would be worth it all.I'm so sorry that you and your husband is without work! I will pray for you ,just know that God loves you.

    smiffy, I'm sorry that this post bothered you! I thought b/c of the subject line that whoever,looked at that, would know what it was about and just not read it.

    Hugs Shirley

    boltchik fairydust 11/04/06 03:52 PM

    That brought tears to my eyes, it was beautiful! Thanks for sharing. Your post reminded me to call a local church as they have a need for volunteers to organize their Christmas program to help needy families. It's a timeless story for anyone about reaching out to others. Thank you! Kim :)
  2. 143alan

    143alan New Member

    for the awesome story that reminded me that there are angels. Even though I've had angels working in my life as well, we forget way too fast.

    Thank you for reminding me that God does provide. Now if I can stop crying long enough I gotta get ready for work.

  3. webintrig

    webintrig New Member

    I really need this today as I really do know how blessed I am to have a roof over my head and food in my stomach!

    Thank you for sharing this!

    In Christ's Love,
  4. pepper

    pepper New Member

    Thank you so much for sharing this. It is wonderful to know that there really are angels on earth - and to be reminded that God does provide.

  5. browneyelady48

    browneyelady48 New Member

    Thank you for sharing this, it brought tears to my eyes. God is so good and so rewarding. It is so true about the power of prayer.
    THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
    1. "Yes!"
    2. "Not yet."
    3. "I have something better in mind."

    Have a bless day. Love Brenda