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This is a little long but bear with me.
One time, I was a "quasi-quasi" believer of God. I wanted to believe Him on my own terms and not His.
Then on January 19th, 1995, I was driving through an interesection as I had a green light and I remember being hit by a 18 wheeler semi-truck. I remembered laying on the car seat, not being able to move and felt coldness all around me.
So I said a prayer, on His terms asking Him for forgiveness of ALL my sins, including the ones that I did not want to admit to. Everything became warm, it was a warm, welcoming feeling. So I laid there in the bask of warmth surrendered in His love.
While I was laying there, chaos was happening all around me, firefighters using the jaws of life in trying to free me, a helicopter arriving as I was going in and out of cardiac arrest to transport me to a trauma center.
Then I woke up at the emergency room--not knowing where I was. The doctor looked at me and said that I was lucky to be alive and started to check my vitals. Being the belligerent person I can be, I insisted that everything was fine and that it was my left leg. After completing the vitals, it was determined that all I had was a broken leg from the accident.
Whether one is "quasi-quasi" or a non-believer, I always believe that when a dramatic situation arises, the "quasi-quasi's" and the non-believers will always say.......Help Me God.
And He will.
Ditto! YOu got that right!