It happened a little over six years ago.
On the last day of summer, before school began, we loaded up the van with kids and refreshments and headed off for a day at the river. Not too far from home is a riverbed with dinosaur tracks — and the most amazing part — running alongside are human tracks. One never knows, when making the trip, how low the water will be. However, even when it’s too high to see the tracks, the fun-in-the-sun by the banks of the river is a great way to spend the last day of summer.
Phat and I set out with five exuberant kids: two of our own and three neighbors. Stopping at Wal-Mart to load up on drinks, Nick asked if we would pray before getting on the highway. That’s what his parents always did before leaving on a trip. Phat asked me to pray and then, we were off.
We stopped in Cleburne for lunch. Chicken. I told Phat I wanted to drive. Constantly twisting around to listen and care for the kids was beginning to take its toll. I knew I needed to sit straight, looking forward for a while. We didn’t have much further to go.
As I drove, everything became fuzzy.
I can hear Phat calling my name, . . .
I feel I’m lying down, yet moving at the same time.
I keep asking, “Where’s Drew? Where’s Alex? . . . Where’s Drew? Where’s Alex?”
Suddenly, the light turns on. No more darkness. But, am I awake?
I had been in blind shock for a couple of hours, asking the same questions over and over. Phat had taken care of everyone and now we were in the Emergency Room at the closest hospital. My mom and dad were on the way while he was beginning to wonder if this was a permanent situation, my constant questioning. Relief swept over him as the light came back to my eyes.
I missed an exit, he explained, so I had pulled off to make a U-turn. Somewhere in the haze of my mind, I recall a semi passing by. Phat says I was watching, but a car came out of nowhere.
Much confusion remains over that day, but one thing I know for sure:
God answered our prayer for safety.
“WHAT!?” you ask.
Yes. I will say, affirmatively, God answered our prayer.
You see, I was the only one hurt that day. I had a precious cargo of family and friends, hoping for a day of fun. It didn’t happen. Our day became a frightening mess. But I still praise God; He kept everyone safe. It wasn’t our time to go.
The van was totaled.
The cooler full of drinks had flown open, turning cans into missiles. I am convinced, somewhere in the fourth dimension — or would that be the fifth? No, that’s an old soul group, isn’t it? — in some other dimension, it must have been like a scene from the Matrix!!! Imagine the spectacular angel which appeared, guarding my precious cargo.
The seatbelt broke my collar bone and my head hit the window. But, that was it. The people in the other car, thank the Lord, were not seriously injured either. Airbags deployed.
I don’t think I’ll ever get those two hours back. And my question of whether I did something wrong, or the other party, will probably never be known. I just can’t know everything.
But I do know Who watches over all. And in His mercy, that day, we were kept safe.
He answered our prayers.
Some choose to worship angels or give honor to saints that have gone before. Not me. I can’t find that in the scriptures. But . . .
I will give honor to my Lord and pray as Jesus taught:
Our Father in heaven, may Your name be honored. ~Matthew 6:9
For God never said to any angel what He said to Jesus: “You are my Son. Today I have become your Father.” And again God said, “I will be His Father, and He will be my Son.” . . . And God never said to an angel, as He did to His Son, “Sit in honor at My right hand until I humble your enemies, making them a footstool under Your feet.” But angels are only servants. They are spirits sent from God to care for those who will receive salvation. ~Hebrews 1:5, 13-14
I thank God He sent an angel.