Recently I went to the writers and speakers conference, She Speaks, in North Carolina and it was an incredible gift from above. God couldn’t have been more evident at this conference from beginning to end. It was more than what I expected to be part of or deserved.
But when I returned home. Oh my goodness. I felt so distant from my Savior that had any men in white shirts donning backpacks filled with tracks would’ve showed up at my door they probably would have had a chance at converting me. I was in a complete spiritual fog and yet God continued to reach out to me.
Awhile ago, my cousin bought an old corvette and took much time to restore it. He had it painted bright canary yellow and was excited to get it on the road. This is not his car, but a picture I found that is similar to what he renovated.
He has always loved fast cars and so on a Friday night about a month ago, he took it out on the road. It was 7pm and his girlfriend and his teenage son waited for him to arrive for dinner. When he didn’t show up or answer his cell phone, they went to his house to see if he had fallen asleep. What his 17-year-old son didn’t realize is that on the way home, he passed by his dad in this crumpled mess.
The hole where the visor sticks out is also where his head and shoulder came through the windshield. He went through, and went back into the car. Slicing off his right ear and cutting up his handsome face.
The first man on the scene was a doctor who witnesses say stabilized him. When the ambulance arrived, they had to use the jaws of life to cut him out of the car he spent hours and money on.
The impact of the crash left his shoes on the pedals on the driver’s side while his body was shoved diagonal into the passenger side of the windshield. The force was so blunt that the steering wheel was bent, the gear shift bent and his blood and hair marked out the path his body took.
And his car started on fire.
While he was still in it and before the fire department arrived.
But after hitting the SUV full of a family that God kept safe, his car rested in front of a group of houses. The house his car stopped in front of was a friend of his who grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the flames I’m sure not knowing until later who he was helping to save.
Had it not been for the doctor being put in the right place at the right time, we would have either buried my cousin or he would’ve been paralyzed. Had it not been for the friend with the fire extinguisher, we would have either buried my cousin or his skin would’ve been burned off. Anyone who believes in Jesus knows He is the one who arranged the doctor’s timing and his friends’ quick reaction and it has nothing to do with coincidence.
My cousins’ choices clearly caused this mess, but try telling me God was not in the midst of this accident and I will drive to your house to slap you until you shout Amen! Divine intervention happened on Cornhusker Highway that night.
Since being released home, my cousin promises never to drink or speed again and loves to tell how God saved his life. I believe and so does my cousin that this was God’s way to get his attention. His life was spared for a reason.
Whose hands are on the steering wheel of your life?
Are you in complete control or is God?
If you’re in the drivers seat are you taking your heart to places you know God doesn’t want you to be?
If so, turn off the ignition and get in the back seat and let Him take the wheel.
Let God steer your course because without Him we will eventually crash and burn.
Thank you Jesus for never giving up on us. And thank you for saving my cousin. xo