jolted by the sound of tires screeching
This past weekend, although, Rukie and I protested a great deal we found ourselves at a Youth Retreat.
The anti-socialist in me (that only comes out on occasion) was alive and well this weekend. Having been working at school for the past two months where everything is scheduled and organized I was wanting a break from an environment where I would be forced to talk to people. However, thats usually when I need to get out and engage with people most. God spoke, my heart listened, I was convicted.
Gosh, I hate conviction.
In the end (as always) God knew what I needed more than I did. I needed a time to get focused. I needed times of prayer. I needed good discussion on my walk with Christ (till 4:00AM!!).
On the trip back I thought I was going to meet my Maker. Serriously. Its only by God stopping our car that we were spared from going over a huge cliff. I was somewhere in that place between asleep and awake when I was jolted back to reality by the sound of tires screeching. My heart started to race immediately when I realized that the sound was coming from our car. We were going around a tight curve when the car decided it didn't want to turn....it wanted to go straight over the cliff. We managed to miss a van full of people on our travels across traffic, and I found myself praying that the car coming toward us would hit us in hopes that it would stop us from going over the edge. All this of course happening in the course of 2 seconds...isn't it crazy all the thinking that goes on in our minds during that time?! In the end...God protected. If anyone else had been driving I'm sure we would have gone over. God gave our driver the peace and wisdom to know what to do in that situation (pull the E-brake). And, its after moments like those that you re-evaluate where you life is going, and what it would have been like for family and friends to hear the news of you death. I felt ashamed of things I had written in my journal, and hoped that people would have had the decency not to read it, or at least to realize anything I have written is written in the 'heat of the moment'. That those thoughts/prayers are the extreme emotions at the time, and not how I may still feel. Feeling fade.
All in all, it was a good weekend. I'm thankful I went, and that God works inspite and in the midst of my attitude. I pray blessings on all who had a hand in planning, speaking, sharing, and organizing for this weekend. I hope that lives were changed because of it. I know mine was.
The anti-socialist in me (that only comes out on occasion) was alive and well this weekend. Having been working at school for the past two months where everything is scheduled and organized I was wanting a break from an environment where I would be forced to talk to people. However, thats usually when I need to get out and engage with people most. God spoke, my heart listened, I was convicted.
Gosh, I hate conviction.
In the end (as always) God knew what I needed more than I did. I needed a time to get focused. I needed times of prayer. I needed good discussion on my walk with Christ (till 4:00AM!!).
On the trip back I thought I was going to meet my Maker. Serriously. Its only by God stopping our car that we were spared from going over a huge cliff. I was somewhere in that place between asleep and awake when I was jolted back to reality by the sound of tires screeching. My heart started to race immediately when I realized that the sound was coming from our car. We were going around a tight curve when the car decided it didn't want to turn....it wanted to go straight over the cliff. We managed to miss a van full of people on our travels across traffic, and I found myself praying that the car coming toward us would hit us in hopes that it would stop us from going over the edge. All this of course happening in the course of 2 seconds...isn't it crazy all the thinking that goes on in our minds during that time?! In the end...God protected. If anyone else had been driving I'm sure we would have gone over. God gave our driver the peace and wisdom to know what to do in that situation (pull the E-brake). And, its after moments like those that you re-evaluate where you life is going, and what it would have been like for family and friends to hear the news of you death. I felt ashamed of things I had written in my journal, and hoped that people would have had the decency not to read it, or at least to realize anything I have written is written in the 'heat of the moment'. That those thoughts/prayers are the extreme emotions at the time, and not how I may still feel. Feeling fade.
All in all, it was a good weekend. I'm thankful I went, and that God works inspite and in the midst of my attitude. I pray blessings on all who had a hand in planning, speaking, sharing, and organizing for this weekend. I hope that lives were changed because of it. I know mine was.
posted by She Rah Bowling Queen @ 10:45 PM
2 Comments:
At 12:16 AM,
She Rah Bowling Queen said…
For the record - the driver wasn't driving too fast. It was just one of those freak things that happens. He turned to go around the corner and the car just kept going straight.
At 7:54 PM,
Anonymous said…
Where are you these days Katy? Are you still afar off? I just started summer school. Blah. I hope all is well and I'm glad you are still alive.
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