The doctors started to look at me strangely, Doctor Lee in
particular. Dr. Lee is a great man that took very good care of me. He told me
that I should not be alive and that he sees accidents all the time that are
just like this and the victims are never in good shape. He told me with the
most dead serious face, ‘The Lord has
protected you and your friends tonight. There is no way that all of you were so
unharmed by such a serious accident.’ The next morning, Monday, Dr. Lee
walked in to see how I was holding up. I stood up and told him I felt really
good. He gave me that blank stare again. He was dumbfounded. He witnessed a
miracle as I began to walk towards him.
Dr. Lee though it would be funny to tell me my shoe was untied. Just Kidding, He really was pointing out that the cut on my foot looks like Italy.
Just kidding… But really, Dr. Lee had an experience with God while watching me recover so quickly.
On a similar note, the bus driver, Felix is his name, was pretty shaken up
after the wreck. Caleb had a phone and he gave him Felix’s number so they could
keep in touch. Felix sent a text message saying, ‘Hie bra hop u r ok, 4 God sake icant blv God cud include savn me thru
that pit, send me 2 or 3 verses coz I discovered that Jesus is lov, life &
savior. Felix, Driver.’
God is already getting glory for what He did that night. My prayer is that
He will continue to receive all that He is due for what He did. I also pray
that this story about 8 missionaries in Africa divinely surviving a bad
accident will inspire others. I pray that believers in God will be spurred on
to greater heights and deeper depths with the Father. I pray that those who do
not believe in God or know Jesus will simply consider that God had a hand in
this. I do not want anyone to tell me that I am lucky. That’s foolish talk. I
am blessed. God showed up in a huge way and there is no other explanation. I
have sat in this hospital room and tried to contemplate in my head how it all
happened. I have even drawn up diagrams to help me get a better picture as to
how everything panned out. At the end of the day, it doesn’t make sense. God’s
divine hand was in our midst and that is the only explanation. Amen, glory to God.
Revelations 5:12
“…Worthy is the Lamb who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and
might and honor and glory and blessing!”
I have sat around this hospital for a few days now. I have been wearing nothing
but a neck-brace and the same pair of underwear for 5 days. Don’t judge… my spare
clothes were lost in the wreck. I would put on my t-shirt from the accident,
but it is a little dirty.
I would put on my pants but Sami told me, ‘If you put that filthy thing on, you are
just asking for all of the cuts on your legs to get infected’. And it would
make too much sense to ask one of my numerous visitors to bring me some clean
clothes so of course this thought keeps slipping my mind.
This hospital has been such a blessing. The doctors and
nurses have been such a blessing.
My friends coming to visit and staying the
night with me have been such a blessing. (Josh still loves me even when I look ‘high as a kite’ because of all of the pain medicine…)
This has been a tough experience, but
I know that I am going to grow so much for it. The saying is so true that you
never really know what you have until it is taken away… (or almost taken away).
I ate French fries for breakfast on Monday morning and it was the most
delicious meal I have ever eaten. I have never been more thankful to be alive.
Some Psalms that have meditated on a lot while on my hospital bed:
Psalm 62
Psalm 63 (verses 5-8 especially applied to me as I tried to process everything
that happened during sleepless nights in the hospital)
‘My soul will be satisfied…when I
remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night; for
you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy. My
soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.’
