Testify:
I was angry, I had a long day. I was so worked up and I was so upset about what happened at work. I was going away for the weekend, taking a break with my best friend and a good listener. I couldn’t wait for camp fires and nature. I was going through a list in my head of things I needed to take with and buy. Last stop the Liquor store then home bound. I remember a voice say: “You can do that tomorrow.” I ignored that voice, in a rush to get everything done.
I saw him, I saw that red pick up truck. I remember that moment I realised “I’m going to be in an accident, it’s too late.” I let go of the controls. I remember the sound of metal hitting, hitting metal, but I never saw the impact. I don’t know how I ended up underneath that pick up truck.
I remember looking at my hand and thinking “I need to straighten my hand.” “I want to go home now.” I had no idea the severity of what had just happened. I had no pain. Just peace & calm. They lifted thepick up truck off me. I don’t know who or how but felt the slight weight lift off my neck as if someone had their hand on my neck to protect it.
She asked me who I should phone. I said my Mom. My best friend. I mentioned names. I forget. I felt pain in my side. A blanket was thrown over me. I’m worried about the work keys. Where are they? My handbag. Thank goodness my laptop is at home.
My best friend shows up. I travel to Kimberley hospital in the ER24 Ambulance with the Emergency unit on stand by for a “woman crushed by apick up truck.” Pain starts in my hands and in my side. I arrive and I am rushed to the emergency room. I am attended to by doctors who get puzzled and amazed looks on their faces. I don’t understand why. I’m put on my side. Still they are puzzled. I am put into a wheelchair and taken for x-rays. I’m starting to shake from pain. I go back to the emergency room. The Doctors look worried now. My Mom is on the phone & then my Dad. I cry. My Dad is emotional. I cry. I’m not allowed pain killers due to low blood pressure. They numb my back. 14 stitches. I walk out of the hospital and then eventually roll.
Two weeks later I saw the whole accident in detail. I gasp, I should be dead. The bike is written off. I can barely walk. I go home to my parents and the Holy Spirit is working with me, only I don’t know it then. I keep saying. I should be dead. I was not a Christian then. Then one night alone at home he was there, he shows me how he protected me. He held my neck and shoulders. The Angels made sure I landed in such a way that I would not break any bones. I was found in “recovery position.” The way I landed saved my life. Then he stands before me arms open, Not saying a word. I get an indescribable feeling, a bubbling up of love. I search on the computer Hillsong. “Surrender” plays automatically. I cannot contain the love and I know who he is. He is Jesus. I cry, then pray, then repent. Joy springs in my heart and uncontainable pure love. I AM SAVED. I AM HOME.
*There is no logical or scientific explanation to how I did NOT have spinal damage from the severity of a head on collision.
*There is no logical explanation to how I fell in exactly the right position to save my life
* There is no logical explanation to how and why I am alive
What I do know for certain is this: John 3:16
“For God so LOVED the WORLD that he sent his ONLY beloved SON.”
What I can say for certain is: There is no LOGICAL explanation for God’s LOVE for you. You cannot grasp it or understand it, but you can experience it. O how great is his love!!
29/05/2014 – Jesus saved my life – I will Testify
