Disaster Averted

On our way camping, we came upon a long and steep decline going into the valley. It was very windy, and blew against the car and tent trailer, and along with the high speed of sixty five miles an hour, we started to fish tail and lost control of the car.

It felt like we increased our speed to much more than the limit, as my husband frantically tried to apply the brakes without locking them up.

There were cars in front of us and behind us; thankfully there were no cars beside us, and those behind us could clearly see our trouble, so they hung back, watching.

We came so close to the car in front of us, so very close. I thought for sure we had touched their bumper.

I asked my husband if he was o.k., and when my usually staid and calm husband admitted to me “I don’t know,” I felt panic hit me hard in the chest. My heart skipped a beat and I stopped breathing.

I knew it was time to pray and pray hard, but for the life of me, I could pull no scriptures to mind. The demon of panic controlled me.

So I started speaking in tongues.

I couldn’t watch anymore, so I closed my eyes, but right before I did, I caught sight of one of the four angels that guard the corners of our vehicles. It was looking at me with such peace and calmness, and I knew it was saying to me, “Come on ma petite! You know He’s got this too!”, taking me to task for letting that panic demon hit me so hard, and for that pause in my faith in Christ.

I kept speaking in tongues as I clung to the sides of my seat.

Finally, it seemed so very long, the fishtailing stopped and my husband had control of the car. I opened my eyes to look at my husband. His color was returning to his face (it had gone quite pale before,) and his grip on the wheel had returned to normal.

Disaster averted.

Thank You Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

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“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want…Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

Psalm 23:1,4,6 (KJV)

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A Miracle: My Son Walked Away From The Car Accident

One of my boys was driving home from college one evening. It was in the middle of winter, and it was a cold night.

He was coming around a sharp bend in the road, when he suddenly hit a patch of black ice and went sailing. The car hit the embankment, rolled over and went up into the sky. It landed upside down, just a foot or so away from the base of a huge fat oak tree.

There was a bar near by the accident, and the owners rushed out to see if they could help, for they had heard the crash.

But my son was already climbing out of the automobile on his own.

He called us to come and get him.

When we got there, I embraced him and asked him if he was o.k.. He told me that right as he hit the patch of ice, an angel appeared to him in the car in the passenger seat, and told him to hold onto the steering wheel. As he held on, the angel shielded him from the shards of glass and pushed the top of the car up where my son sat.

We looked at the car and knew right away that it was totaled. It had flattened out except for where he had sat, and all the windows were busted. One could tell that the suspension was shot. No one would ever be driving this car again. I looked at the small area from where my son had crawled out from, and wondered how he had squeezed through such a small opening without a scratch. He ended up walking away from that accident with just a few bruises in his shoulders.

If the car had gone in a straight line as one would have expected, it would have landed in the river where my son might have drowned. But for some reason, the car curved just enough to stay on dry land.

Thank You Jesus Christ of Nazareth for saving my son!

We learned later, that this place has had many other accidents, some fatal, from cars hitting the black ice from the river in the winter time. People have asked the county to put a warning sign there, or at least to slow down the speed allotment for the curve but so far they have refused.

During these days of Hanukkah, also known as the festival of lights, we recount the miracles that our Lord and Savior has done for us on our behalf. This was one of them.

May the Lord keep you in the palm of His mighty hand,
C. Dunamis

A Miracle: The Bouncing Ball

Many years ago, while out shopping, one of my kids asked me if they could all get a rubber ball from the little ‘bubble-gum’ machines that were lined up at the entrance of the store. I checked my purse and found I had just enough quarters for everyone.

So they each got a ball, and even got them in the colors they liked. When I seen that, I mentally shrugged and said to myself, “Maybe God IS still with us.” (It had been one of THOSE days, where nothing seems to go right.)

Then one of my kids asked me if he could play with it outside, and ignoring the tiny nudge of no that whispered from within, I told him yes, but just be careful & not loose it.

As we stood in front of the grocery store, my child dropped the ball, and ran out to retrieve it, into the path of an oncoming car.

As he chased the tiny ball, he crouched lower and lower, till he was completely below the front window of the car. I knew that no driver, however alert and good, would be able to see him and stop in time. I  screamed his name at the top of my lungs, certain that it was the last time I’d ever see him alive.

Then the car’s brakes suddenly ‘grabbed’ and stopped, leaving my child in between the two front wheels, his face but a breath away from impact.

He turned and ran back into my arms, and it was a while, before either of us could let go of the other.

“Yes ma pettite,” the voice within answered, “I AM STILL WITH YOU.”

I thanked God all the way home, yet I kept wondering why God even let it happen in the first place. He could have found another way to let me know that He was still with me. Where was His will in this? I simply did not understand.

The answer was given to me when we got back home. My child gave me another hug, then tells me; “Boy Mommy, Jesus must have something really special for me to do for him someday, for Him to have saved me like that…” ( ! )

This, from a seven year old little boy.

During Hanukkah, we remember the miracles in our lives. This is one of them.

Thank You Jesus for saving my son’s life!

May The Light of the World, Jesus Christ, fill you with His peace,

C. Dunamis

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