I have always known that God could do miracles, and my biggest prayer going into the mission was that He would use me to heal others. We are told in John 12:14 that God will use us do even greater things than what Jesus himself had done. So, I have always wanted to be part of a miracle.
Little did I know that the miracle I wanted would be for me.
Tuesday night, I left work a little early to head to Oak Island for a long weekend from work and a fundraiser for my mission. I hit a wet patch of road rounding a corner, I missed a tractor-trailer, an oncoming car, and the side of a mountain, and crashed into a tree instead. The driver’s side door was pushed in over a foot and a half and I was knocked unconscious.
When I came to, there was a woman in my passenger seat holding my hand and talking with me. I felt well rested, but confused. I didn’t know her, but I felt comfortable with her until she started telling me things about me. I asked her how she knew them, and she told me I had told her. Then, confused I started looking around, and saw the glass, the bent metal. I realized where I was at that moment (though I wasn’t sure how I got there). I started to cry and wanted to open my door. The lady kept me from moving too much, and told me the door wasn’t going to open.
Next, the nicest EMT, Phil, got in my car, and that was the last I saw of the sweet lady. Phil told me that he was going to give me an IV in case I was bleeding inside. If you know me, you know I am terrified of needles. I assured him that I was fine, quoting Monty Python in my head, “It’s just a flesh wound.” He asked me if I trusted him, which I also replied with, “I don’t even know you!”. (Surely I am the worst patient…but I was in shock..haha)
After Phil finally got me stabbed, they used the “Jaws of Life” to rip my door open and strapped me to a board for the next hour. By the end of it all, I was so antsy that I kept wiggling my toes.
After my exam in the hospital, the stunned doctors allowed me to leave with a friend. Phil told me that he didn’t know what to think when he pulled up the accident, that I am lucky to walk away.
I am not lucky, I am BLESSED! That night, as I hobbled my sore but not broken self to the shower, I grieved. I allowed myself to wail, and feel bad. I acknowledged what could have happened, and fought against the needless guilt that perhaps I shouldn’t have headed to the beach at all.
I had trouble sleeping that night between the physical and the emotional. I decided to do a mini Healing and Deliverance Session on myself. I invited God back into my memory. It was obvious that He was holding me in an embrace in the time of the impact. He held me close and protected me. I rested in that.
The next morning, I got a text from a Squadmate that said, “…as I was praying, I pictured you resting in God’s embrace.”
WHAT?!?!? She saw my H&D session without even knowing it.
I know that accidents are a personal and sensitive topic in nature, but I couldn’t keep this to myself. I was involved in a miracle, and I wouldn’t dream of robbing you all of it. God is so good, and He protected me through this whole ordeal!
Without Him I would be lost, and I have a new testimony of His goodness to bring to the nations with me. I praise His name!
