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: 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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