Friday, January 29, 2010
Yesterday was -11F the weather didn’t prevent God from sending me some heavenly help. That van didn’t crash into me not because of a tap on my horn it was because of the presence of heaven. I graciously let the other driver have the right of way. Isn’t if funny that when you’re the driver in the wrong how quickly you want to get away from the carnage you could’ve caused? The van quickly sped away but we ended up at the same light. At that light at least for a couple minutes we were probably glad things ended up as good as they had. This time I chose to go left and the other driver went right. It took a couple hours before the events of what could’ve been my last moments on earth sat in. I sat on my couch as tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t express my gratitude. I was just thankful, thankful that a loving God goes ahead of me and commands His heavenly host to protect me. Sometimes a near accident is all it takes to remind us not only of how precious life is but that I still have a lot of living to do. I could dial 911 it’s usually not warranted because Jesus is already on the scene.