Divine intervention

My mind likes to play silly little games with itself, especially when I'm bored. One such game is trying to make words out of license plates when driving down the road. This probably stems with my insistance on figuring out what word/phrase people are trying to convey when they have personalized plates.
Today, I was driving down I-35 on my way to work and I drove up behind this vehicle:

It hit me like a ton of bricks. BSTL. Without a thought, my mind read this as "Be still." One of my favorite bible verses flooded to mind: Psalm 46:10 "Be Still and know that I am God." I've written in previous posts how much I love this verse. I don't tend to think about real life hit you in the face miracles happening in our day and age. I rely heavily on coincidence to explain why things happen, but my heart knew this was no conincidence. This was a message just for me. Be still. It was the reminder that my heart has been waiting for, needing.
Over the last several weeks, my spirit has felt very unsettled. Between all the things already going on, plus the recent illness (and eventual loss) of my grandfather along and our news about the house (more on that to follow in a later post, once I have a better idea of whats going on), to say that I was feeling like I'd hit rock bottom was an understatment. My hope was running on empty and my emotions were ranging from extreme anxiety to total dispair. Tonight, however, I was renewed. I was reawakened to where I've come from and where God has yet to take me.
There truly is a time for everything, and this season will pass before my eyes. In the meantime, I hope to rest in the promise that my soul can just be still and wait, patiently, on the Lord.
"Go on waiting calmly, my brothers, till the coming of the Lord, like the farmer waiting for the good fruit of the earth till the early and late rains have come." James 5:7
I long for the rains of mercy that are sure to come, but I am overwhelmed by the peace that a simple semi truck brought me tonight.