News from God
So this morning at about 4 30 am...I went off the road in my car. I wish I could follow that statement with "everything's ok now." But it's not because not only did my car go off the road but it rolled over I don't know how many times, and in the process rolled off a ledge about 4 feet and into a river. Only by the grace of God did I live through that, and I was relatively unharmed. Bruises, bumps, and glass shards in most of the parts of my body, but nothing broken.
I tried after I realized that I was ok, to get my car back up near the road even though it was impossible to see through the front window with it totally cracked up, but that effort was worthless. My car just got more stuck, and not having any cell service, I hauled myself out of the wreck of my car, figuring that staying there would only encourage dying and/or not being found (especially since my car could not be seen at all from the road).
So I started walking back the direction I had just come from, not knowing how far a town was in either direction, I figured that at least I'd know where I was going back the way I'd come. Hoping to find cell service I walked and walked, and got nothing. And as if all this weren't bad enough, I'm in Wisconsin right now and at that time I was in the middle of NoWhere, WI...and it was pitch black still.
Only God knows why I was spared, Why I was relatively unharmed, Why I no longer have a car...but God indeed, was behind this. I know because with all the stuff flying around in my car when it rolled and falling out of my car when it flipped back only one thing landed in my lap: My Bible. I took the hint and took it with me when I started walking, along with my purse my camera and my phone...all of which were right nearby my seat.
So I'm walking, getting more and more scared by the minute, trying to flag down a car to maybe drive me to a nearby town where I could get service on my phone and make a call...but of course nobody was stopping or even slowing down for that matter. Wisconsin being the number one state for mass murderers, I can hardly blame them...especially with me all in black and spikes on my purse in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the morning. But I really wanted somebody to stop, cuz I was at near panic state after about a mile or so of walking and seeing nothing AT ALL! But rather than give into the panic, I kept taking deep breaths to try to calm down and just kept walking...which eventually led into praying that God would send somebody who wasn't a crazy psycho would see me and stop. God, I said, I know you've spared me for some reason from that wreck and I know I'm supposed to learn a lesson from all this, but I'm very scared, please just let someone stop and help me...and the next car that I tried to flag down, passed by me, but then slowed down and came back to get me. Turns out, it was about 15 miles to the nearest town going that way...and I didn't get cell service until we got there. But my angel let me use his phone to make a call while we were driving to Sparta.
God does have angels on earth...mine was named Ed.
I tried after I realized that I was ok, to get my car back up near the road even though it was impossible to see through the front window with it totally cracked up, but that effort was worthless. My car just got more stuck, and not having any cell service, I hauled myself out of the wreck of my car, figuring that staying there would only encourage dying and/or not being found (especially since my car could not be seen at all from the road).
So I started walking back the direction I had just come from, not knowing how far a town was in either direction, I figured that at least I'd know where I was going back the way I'd come. Hoping to find cell service I walked and walked, and got nothing. And as if all this weren't bad enough, I'm in Wisconsin right now and at that time I was in the middle of NoWhere, WI...and it was pitch black still.
Only God knows why I was spared, Why I was relatively unharmed, Why I no longer have a car...but God indeed, was behind this. I know because with all the stuff flying around in my car when it rolled and falling out of my car when it flipped back only one thing landed in my lap: My Bible. I took the hint and took it with me when I started walking, along with my purse my camera and my phone...all of which were right nearby my seat.
So I'm walking, getting more and more scared by the minute, trying to flag down a car to maybe drive me to a nearby town where I could get service on my phone and make a call...but of course nobody was stopping or even slowing down for that matter. Wisconsin being the number one state for mass murderers, I can hardly blame them...especially with me all in black and spikes on my purse in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the morning. But I really wanted somebody to stop, cuz I was at near panic state after about a mile or so of walking and seeing nothing AT ALL! But rather than give into the panic, I kept taking deep breaths to try to calm down and just kept walking...which eventually led into praying that God would send somebody who wasn't a crazy psycho would see me and stop. God, I said, I know you've spared me for some reason from that wreck and I know I'm supposed to learn a lesson from all this, but I'm very scared, please just let someone stop and help me...and the next car that I tried to flag down, passed by me, but then slowed down and came back to get me. Turns out, it was about 15 miles to the nearest town going that way...and I didn't get cell service until we got there. But my angel let me use his phone to make a call while we were driving to Sparta.
God does have angels on earth...mine was named Ed.
posted by AeroAangel at 16:33
1 Comments:
Oh. My. God.
I am so glad you weren't hurt any worse than you were and thank god for angels named, Ed.
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