Dear God,
I’m just sitting here thinking about my life, what I’ve done, what I’ve accomplished and what I want to do with my life in general. I feel like my life is filled with those moments where you say to yourself, “if only I would have done this...”. I have this terrible feeling inside me when I think about all the times throughout my life where I have said this to myself. The majority of those times are because, what I did got me in trouble, or even just a stupid mistake in my life that I didn’t even get in trouble for.
Tonight I had one of those times, I got into a car accident. It all happened so fast. I was lost going to a friends house and I had just gotten off work. I came to a blinking light and not paying attention I thought it was clear and I looked at the street sign to see where I am and then I saw a car to my left coming at me. It just came over a hill to the blinking yellow light and tried to slow down but smashed into me in the rear quarter panel of my car. My car spun and I had this absolutely terrible feeling inside me, like kind of feeling you get when you are so sad, and you know that your parents will be mad and the last thing that you want to do is disappoint them again because you have so many times in the past and you have said to yourself so many times, “if only I would have done this...”. Well I said it again, and when my car finally stopped spinning all I could do was just sit there overcome with this emotion and feeling inside me. It is the worst feeling I have ever experienced. All I want to do is make my parents proud, so I wasn’t drinking or doing anything that I wasn’t supposed to do and yet this still happens. What is going on here! What is the devil trying to do to me and why? He knows that I am becoming closer to You everyday and so he does this. He said, “your not gonna drink? Alright well this is gonna happen anyway.” I guess I am still in shock. If I would have been 3 feet back that other car would have hit me in my drivers door and I could have been seriously hurt, I don’t even want to think about that. The devil tried to get me and You said, “NO, he’s mine.” You protected me and wanted me to know that the devil is out there and he knows what I am doing for Your kingdom.
So God, thank you for having my back and I am now aware of what the devil is up to and I will not take it. I love you so much and thank you so much for protecting me tonight! Everything is for you!
With Love,
Your son Zac
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We are proud of you zac...and we love you SO much. I thank God for protecting you also - it will be ok. You are my precious child....but more importantly - you are Gods precious child.
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Great thoughts. Sorry about the accident. Glad your ok.
ReplyDeleteHey Zac! SO glad youre ok!!! I will never forget getting hit by a car once while riding my bike. That feeling of shock is hard to discribe unless youve experienced it!! Just wanted to commend you for seeing how it was God that stood against Satan and protected you!! Take care ~Shelli D.~
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ReplyDeleteGlad you're alright. What a neat story inspite of it all. Maybe the accident happened for the sole purpose of you to have a moment with GOD? God's in control and you are HIS child- glad you told satan where he can go. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhen you told me about your accident just a night or two later, I did have a flashback to an experience I had on an freeway running through a major city. A motorcyle going about 100 mph was weaving in an out of traffic, only to encounter my bumber. The thing is I saw his light and heard the sound of his motorcycle a split second before impact. The impact was incredible as I was driving a small, light car. There were cars all around me, but yet somehow in spinning out of control, I didn't hit a single one before finally coming to a stop. The motorcyclist wasn't as fortunate. He and his motorcycle skidded for at least 100 yards before coming to rest against a cement barrier. Neither hit another car (still amazing to me) but he ended up with two busted knees and had knee replacement surgery for both later on. What struck me as odd was that he had just come from a casino, and apparently had won a bunch of money. The money was flying about the freeway...a good samaritan was gathering it up for him...but when I got out of my car to go check on him, the only thing he could say (while in complete agony) was "Where is my money? Don't let anyone take it!". Several of us re-assured him that someone was gathering the money and was going to return it to him. To this day I am still baffled that someone who was so close to death could focus on money so much. Was this a random collision? Or was God trying to send a message? I will never know but it did leave an impression with me.
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