It was supposed to be just a simple daytrip.
In November 2023, Bill and I loaded up the pups and headed east from Tampa to explore Florida’s Space Coast. We were considering a move and wanted to scout out the area—visit a dog beach, maybe drive up the coast to see NASA. It was beautiful and lighthearted, until the day started slipping away.
I don’t like to drive at night. It’s always been that way. And Bill doesn’t drive because I get car sick—he works while I drive, and that’s how it’s been for 46+ years. So, when the early fall sunset began creeping up and we still hadn’t started heading back, I felt the tension rising.
Then came the traffic.
We got tangled in a long line of Disney traffic. I was desperate for a restroom, so we took an exit hoping to find a gas station. But the road took us deeper and deeper into Disney property—until we were literally at the entrance to Disney World. They wouldn’t even let me use the restroom without paying for a ticket.
Finally, we found a Taco Bell. By then it was completely dark. I was exhausted, frustrated, and just ready to be home.
We drove on. And on. Finally, by 9 p.m., we were near the entrance of our subdivision, stopped at a red light in the left turn lane.
That’s when it happened.
🎧 The Moment Everything Changed
The car next to us was thumping with music, windows down. It was late, and the atmosphere felt unsettling. Bill reached over and did something we never do while driving—he turned on the radio. Just to drown out the noise.
And what came through those speakers was “Power” by We Are Messengers.
We turned it up. Way up. The song filled the car like armor. It was fierce, victorious, unshakable.
“Power, power / We’ve got that power…”
The light turned green. We began our left turn into our subdivision—and out of nowhere, a red Corvette blew through the red light in the oncoming lane.
It missed us by inches. Literal inches.
Had we pulled forward even one second earlier, it would have hit us square on. It would have killed us all. I have no doubt in my mind.
🙌🏼 The Aftermath
We made it home safely—just one block away. But the trauma stayed.
For weeks, I couldn’t drive. I was terrified. My body froze up just thinking about getting behind the wheel. I had never known fear like this. Bill didn’t understand at first, and we argued about it more than once. I wasn’t just shaken—I was changed.
Even now, almost two years later, I avoid driving at night. And I don’t know if I’ll ever fully be over that moment.
But I’m still here. We’re still here. Bill, the pups, and me.
Because God was there.
“Just keep moving on
Just keep pushing ahead
Yeah, the new has come
All the old is dead
Just keep moving on
Keep your eyes on the prize
And that word in your heart
Yeah, we’ll be alright”
💬 The Message in the Music
For the first few days after I revisited the song Power—this time on purpose. I watched the official lyric video repeatedly. It’s a night scene, lit with city streetlights. Almost eerily familiar.
And the lyrics? They read like a prophecy spoken over that very night:
“We got that Holy Ghost power
We got our hearts set on love
We got that Holy Ghost power
We keep our eyes fixed above”
We weren’t just driving. We were being protected. Carried. Covered.
There is power in the name of Jesus. Power in His presence. Power in the way He surrounds us—even through a song on the radio.
📖 Reflections for the Reader
You may never know when the song you’re singing in the car will become your lifeline. You may not realize, until later, how God places protection between you and impact. But let me tell you this: He’s there. Always. Even when it’s dark. Even when you’re scared.
And yes—you’ve got that power.
“Just keep moving on / Just keep pushing ahead / Yeah, the new has come / All the old is dead…
🎤 Final Thoughts
This isn’t a traditional music review.
But maybe it’s the kind we need more of—testimonies wrapped in soundwaves.
If you’ve never listened to “Power” by We Are Messengers, I encourage you to press play. Turn it up! Let it remind you of the God who saves, protects, and walks with you every mile.
You never know—
It might just save your life too.
