Sometimes, God has to jump start our spiritual engines when we get bogged down or despondent and want to quit on life, and it’s really surprising how he has so many unusual tools at his disposal to get the job done.
Such was the case with me at one point when I was vegetating in the doldrums, almost asleep at the wheel and close to coasting off the narrow road our Lord calls us to follow. Not only was my engine sputtering, but I was actually becoming accustomed to it and settling for a very low octane kind of existence.
That’s when he intervened in the most unexpected way. I happened to be watching a video of Tina Turner singing her trademark “Proud Mary,” an adrenaline-charged performance that always brought the house down. In this particular rendition, Tina was advanced in years, close to 70, but she was far from lethargic. As she came to the closing bars of the song, she related this story to the audience: “I’ve been singing this song for many years all over the world, and wherever I go, people ask me the same thing, ‘Tina, when are you going to slow down?’ I tell them, ‘I’m just getting started!’”
It was for me one of those moments when time stood still, when I felt something akin to an electric shock to the heart. It was as though God himself had spoken to me, urging me adopt Tina’s motto—not about singing and dancing and performing before a live audience—but about my spiritual life, my inner life, my attitude. “Don’t slow down,” a voice was encouraging me. “Rejoice instead that you’re just getting started!”
What a breath of fresh air! I could already feel some of the mental staleness beginning to dissipate. Later, I related the incident to my husband and joked that I’d have to buy myself a pair of Tina Turner stilettos—not to wear them—but to remind me to never quit living, really living!
Amazingly, within 24 hours, those stilettos made their appearance at my home! I went to the mailbox, as was my daily custom, and there on the road near my driveway was a pair of very high-heeled gold shoes, much like the kind Tina Turner might wear. Evidently, someone had either thrown them out the window of a passing vehicle or they’d flown out the back of a truck and had come to rest by my mailbox. Special delivery indeed!
I laughed out loud, picked up the one that was still intact and hadn’t been damaged by the heavy traffic on my highway, brought it into the house, and set it in a place where I’d see it often. I haven’t done it yet, but I intend to put a little placard in front of the shoe. You guessed it. It’ll read: “I’m just getting started!”