It started out like any other day in India, wake up and go enjoy some amazing breakfast cooked by our host then off to ministry. We were going to visit one of the ministry sites that one of our other squadmates were helping out at. When we got there I could sense that something was off but I pushed it aside to focus on the young men that sat in front of us. We sang a couple of worship songs with them and then opened it up for prayer request. One of the young guys that helps run the place mentioned an accident that involved one of the World Race teams. Suddenly I felt like my world was in slow motion and so many questions started to pop into my head. As we were leaving the guy was saying how one person was unconscious, one had a concussion, and someone could not feel his or her legs. On our walk home we started to pray for those in the accident and for our squad. Our host was so sweet during this time, he let us go home and then he, his wife, and the pastor came over and prayed with us. Then on top of that they were calling people they knew that worked at the hospital to find more information out for us. And when I thought they could not do more for us they brought us pizza, chicken fingers, fruit, vegetables, and rice. We all sat in our living room floor and just ate and focusing on one another.
Later that afternoon we headed to Jireh home to spend time with the kids and we had just arrived when one of our squad leaders, Dustin Mick, and a squadmate, William, appeared at the door. I knew the second I saw them that something was not good and I could feel my heart dropping. We went into the kitchen and Dustin Mick started to tell us what had happened and what was going on. A couple of the teams went to see the sunrise and on the way back something mechanically messed up in the van and it ended up rolling. One person on our squad and squad leader had minor injuries and then comes the hard ones. I remember when he started to tell us tears automatically started to run down my face because my heart broke for the news. One squadmate had a fractured neck and the other had their spinal cord severed and could not feel their legs. My heart dropped and all I wanted to do is see them and just pour love over them. Our hosts during this time were so sweet; they brought out cold Pepsi and gave the guys a ride back to their house.
Later that evening we had an all squad worship and prayer session. Right before we left I took a picture that describes exactly how I was feeling; the sky was half dark and light because of a storm that was rolling in. 
It was such an incredible and awe-inspiring evening. Throughout the evening God was showing me verse after verse and bringing such a mighty peace over me about the situation. He gave me the image of a back being wide open, like on an operation table, and the spinal cord being mended back together. I cannot explain how grateful I am for our squad during this time because everyone was just pouring out so much wisdom and peace from God. One squadmate made such an amazing point that we should not be mourning during this time, that we should be rejoicing because miracles were about to happen and God was doing big things. It was a great check for myself because something I know I need to remember during trouble and hard times is to always rejoice and praise God because He is always good and he was right there during the whole accident.
The next evening we were sitting around as a team and felt like we needed to pray. We started to pray and let me tell you those were some of the boldest prayers I have ever heard in my life, including myself. I never thought I could pray like that but God just ran through me and showed me how to pray with such boldness and not holding back. We were calling Satan and his demons out and just pouring love and protection over our squad and those in the hospital. A lot of us received images and it was neat how they came because it was like an exercise that we did at training camp. We were given pictures and they zoomed out to a big picture and we had to get in the order so we could see the pictures flow together. One teammate got the image of the spine and putting the bone back in place, I got the spinal cord mending, other got the darkness around the spine and the person going away, other got the dark figures trying to get into the hospital room and surrounding it, and the final one was an x-ray picture of a perfectly normal spine later on down the road. It was incredible seeing how God was showing each a little piece and that speaking up about our images we were able to connect the pieces and see the bigger picture. God showed me right then that when he gives me an image I need to be bold and speak it aloud and to stop being afraid of what others may think. We continued to pray and worship together and it was incredible. We spoke over the squad and asking God to severe the connection that Satan had with the dark figures and God showed me each team on our squad and a surge of bright white light defeating the connection the dark figures and Satan had. I could fill the presence of the Holy Spirit just flooding the room and it was like I was basking and floating in His presence. It was amazing…I don’t know how to explain it. We eventually looked at the clock and realized that we had been praying for over four hours.
A couple of days later our host was helping us at the post office with shipping stuff back to the states and then we got into the car thinking we were going back home for lunch until he stopped in front of a house and we went inside. We were all confused and had no clue what we were doing there and then we walked into the back room and saw the one squadmate with the fractured neck and squadleader sitting on a bed. My heart burst with joy and love to see those two faces. On the way home I told our host how he continues to remind me of Jesus and the love that his family and him poured out on us during this time.
When I first heard about the accident and the details I really started to question God to why would he allow this to happen to people who were out in the nations spreading his love and words. Then it hit me, it is not my right to know and that I was not looking at the big picture and I don’t know what God is planning to come through it. A lot of times in my life I only see the world through what is in the moment and not the big picture that God has. I love how our squad mentor described it, she talked about corn mazes and how when you are in it you are just focused on what is in front of you and trying to get out but at the entrance of the maze they have a picture taken from above to show the whole maze (the big picture).
God has shown me through this that life is going to suck and we are going to have some rock bottoms and pain but he is always there right beside us holding our hand. He has a plan and a will in everything and we just have to rest in his presence and trust him. He has been showing me so much about depending solely on him and no one else and this is one way he has been showing me. I may still not fully understand why this horrible event had to happen to people that I love dearly but it isn’t for me or anyone to understand except for Him. God is good in all things, no matter what.
