I intended to write some true stories of how God intervened in the lives of people we’re getting to know. We drove with them to a Celebrate Recovery meeting on Friday night.
It occurred to me that she is a writer and she just got some things published. So I’ll ask her first before I write stories that belong to her family.
Years ago, my youngest sister used to tell me why she believed in God. One of the reasons was because she experienced Him keeping her safe. I’ll tell one time here.
One Sunday afternoon after a family meal, she pulled me aside. “Guess what God did for me?”
“I don’t know, what?”
“Sue and I were driving down the road and it had that black ice on it that’s hard to see. Our car started spinning out of control!”
I thought, Uh oh!
“Somehow the car ended up in the other lane facing oncoming traffic!”
“Oh, man! What happened?”
“We couldn’t do anything so I started calling out, ‘Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!’ ”
She took a deep breath, her brown eyes sparkled. “Connie, I can hardly believe this, but it was like a big hand lifted our car into the other lane and turned us in the right direction.”
“What did Sue think about it?”
She looked at me with sad eyes and said, “She doesn’t believe it.”
“I don’t know,” she spoke softly. Then her voice rose, “but I’ll never forget it for as long as I live. One minute our car is out of control on the ice and we stop facing traffic. The next second we’re out of the path of danger and our car is heading west instead of east. You explain it.”
I shrugged my shoulders. She shook her head decisively. “It was Jesus. I called on His name and He saved us.”
I smiled and she smiled. Then she strode out of the room. I thought about my sister-in-law, Sue, two people in the same situation reaching opposite conclusions. I never got to ask Sue about it. I don’t think she heard much about God as she grew up. She might have been 20 years old at the time.
I wonder what she would say now.
I hope you’re enjoying your weekend. May God bless you!