Held in God's Arms
God held me in His arms as my car rolled and rolled and rolled. It began like any other day. I drove the familiar country road to the nearby town for my exercise routine at Curves. After exercising I returned home on the highway.
All of a sudden a car pulled in front of me from a cross street. In that instant I knew it was impossible to prevent hitting the driver and possibly killing him. I slammed on my brakes and swerved into the fast lane in hopes of avoiding the inevitable. And, for a second, I thought I might have escaped what was about to happen, but I was wrong. His car hit my passenger side hard. This is bad I thought. But it was only the beginning.
Witnesses told me later that it looked like a NASCAR accident. My car propelled up in the air, flipped, and rolled three times. It happened so fast there wasn't time to pray, but I felt God's presence. Inside my car I felt a peace and I was ready to meet my Maker. I felt arms holding me. I thought it had to be God -- or was it His angels?
Although shaken, I walked away from the accident without a scratch. God must not be finished with me yet.
With tears in his eyes the man I avoided crashing into came over to me. I'm so sorry, he said. Do you know Jesus? I asked. Yes, he said, and I think I'm going to know him even better now.
Some folks need a touch from God and others need to be held in His loving protective arms. That's what I experienced. Although I was ready to be welcomed home by my Heavenly Father, He has other plans for me.
I am praising Him and ready and waiting for my next assignment while living an abundant life with Him.