I had a close call this morning. I'm still waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal.
I was merging on the highway on my way to the office when the car behind me sped up to pass me. I put my foot on the brake to let him by, hit an ice patch, lost control, spun 180 degrees, and crashed into the guardrail. I've been in other accidents (like rear ending my dad last year) but none where I had time to think about what could happen before it was over. Today I probably had a good 5 seconds after I lost control where I knew I couldn't slow down and that I was going to crash hard.
The first person I thought of was Jesus. Seriously. I probably said His name 15 times in those 5 seconds. He didn't seem far away to me. He seemed to be the closest person on the planet. When I got out of the car a few minutes later I called my mom. But the first person I called was Jesus.
The name of Jesus is used for alot of different reasons today. Some people use it to laugh at it. Some people use it to curse. Others use it to express their anger. For me, that name is my lifeline. I wouldn't dare misuse it, because I know how much I need it.
Sure, I'm still getting over the frustration of another $500.00 deductable. Sure, I'm still getting over the frustration of a probable hike in my insurance premium. But mostly I'm grateful to have walked away without any injuries.
My mom gave me a ride back from the body shop. Keith will fix my car. But Jesus and his angels kept me safe.
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