“ For he will order his angels to protect you wherever you go.”
Oh boy is this a tough one. Have you every had one of those days where you just ask Why? Or maybe you are having one of those years of why’s. Some of you out there are probably having many years of why’s thrown your way.
About 5 years ago, our family started experiencing a lot of “accidents” and scary moments happening to us. Health scares, ATV accident, hand getting crushed in a machine, broken foot from a heavy stove dropping on it, and then last week my husband would be involved in a hit and run accident. Most of these accidents are happening to my husband too.
A little over two weeks ago, a man wanting to avoid traffic in a busy intersection decided to drive around a line of vehicles, into a corner drugstore parking lot, over a curb, right through a busy intersection against a red which caused an accident. Apparently it was all caught on a video at the gas station across from the drug store. Guess there are moments when Big Brother comes in hand.
That is when my husband thinking it was safe because he did have a green light, would run into a red light runner and crash his truck. A truck that his father had gifted to him before he died.
At first my husband was dazed and confused. The air bag exploded and smacked him in the head hard. When he came to, he said he asked if I was alright, not realizing I wasn’t with him.
When I didn’t answer he went into a panic, heart raising, trying to figure out what had just happened he didn’t know why I wasn’t answering him. Looking back in the seats behind him he also realized our son and daughter were not there.
He opened the truck door and stepped out of a truck he had been driving for 16 years… he was unharmed.
Everything had stopped. Time became still and words coming from a stranger who walked up to him sounded like they were being said in very slow motion and from miles away.
“Are you okay?, that was a hard hit, can’t believe you are walking out of your truck with no injuries.” the kind stranger said then looking back behind him he watched as the other driver tried to drive away from the accident.He would not get far. His wheels fell off half way through his big get away. That is when he would abandon his vehicle and take off running.
“Hey he is trying to get away, HEY!” the stranger said then turned to my husband and said he was going to go after him.
It had only been minutes since my husband had driven from our home to pick up our son from college. When I picked up the phone and heard his voice telling me he was in an accident, it became my turn to feel like time was still and everything was surreal. He said he was okay. The truck was totaled and he was fine. He said at first he was confused a little because he thought I was with him.
Think he was reliving an earlier accident we had a couple decades ago when we were first married and I was pregnant with our first born. That was a scary one too and witnesses were amazed we survived that as well.
That accident was the day we found out we were going to have a baby, my daughter. Everyone was amazed that I did not loose my daughter. I was 3-4 weeks pregnant at the time.
It was on a very busy freeway that accident and when the emergency room doctor saw how black and blue I was from where the safety belt held me in place he called in a trauma surgeon because he believed I had internal bleeding as soon as he looked at me.
I was just badly bruised and they released me the next day.But it is what happened that day on the freeway that I share with my kids every now and then when I look at them and see that they may need to be reminded about how precious life is and how fragile our spirit is when we all go through those rough patches in life.
Some people need things to be seen before they are believed, then there are those that know you first must believe before they can be seen. I believe the latter.
The day of that accident decades ago, my husband would hit a stalled vehicle on a busy freeway. He had no time to swerve out of the way to avoid slamming into it. The car in front of us was able to do that in the nick of time, but we unfortunately we were not. We went from 60 to 0 when we slammed into that parked vehicle on the freeway.
My husband’s movie lights were in the back seat and they were heavy and not tied in anywhere. Looking back behind us, we realized we were now in the same situation the car in front of us had been in when we slammed into it moments ago.
I didn’t think we would survive another hit, so I started praying. Cars all around us sped by at speeds 60 mph and more. Looking down, I noticed the front of our vehicle was cracked down the middle and I could see the road.
Over and over the loud noises of cars sped past us, some swerving out of our way barely missing us. Their noises rang in my ears while I continued to pray to myself. It was the Lord’s prayer, the only one I knew because I did not grow up in a religious home. But there were moments in my life where Christians would find me and teach me about God and that is where I learn the prayer.
While I prayed all of a sudden two vehicles surrounded us. One vehicle drove up and parked in front of the car we had hit, and the other vehicle parked behind us. They cocooned us in a pocket of safety, putting their own lives at risk to protect us from being hit again. Now they were the ones sitting still while speeding cars drove all around them like buzzing angry bees.
I watched as the people who parked their cars in front and back of us, stepped out of their vehicles to check on us. I worried for them now. No, I thought to myself. Don’t get out, it’s not safe.
The man parked behind us stepped out into the freeway while speeding cars sped all around him, so close he could have reached out and touched some of them. He did not seemed the least bit worried of the speeding cars all around him as he walked to our vehicle. I closed my eyes and started praying for the stranger now…praying that he would get back in his car so he himself would not get hurt. Then I heard his voice at my husband’s window.
“Sir, are you okay?” he asked my husband.My husband answered back yes.
Then looking over to me still smiling he would ask how I was. He had kind eyes, who ever this stranger was and behind him the cars still sped by him at high speeds and he seemed not the least bit frightened or fazed by the chaos all around him. I looked into his kind eyes and answered “Yes, I am fine.” not realizing that I was bruised really bad from the hit.
Then the fire and police arrived. Once they took over everything happened so fast I forgot to thank the people in the two vehicles that put themselves in danger to protect us. Looking over to where the accident was, I saw that they were gone.By that point we had left our vehicles while they cleaned up the freeway.
I looked to my husband and asked him where they went. He said he didn’t know but he remembers them too. Then looking up I saw the clouds over the accident. Rays of sunshine came through and lit up the scene before us. I almost thought I was in shock and imagined the whole thing so I asked my husband another question “Do you see that” and he looked up in the sky and answered the same time I did “God rays”
The whole freeway where moments ago two crashed vehicles had sat was now lit up with sunlight and big puffy clouds. God rays lit up the whole scene in front of us. It was monsoon season when the accident happened so there were clouds that day, but the way the sun rays came through the clouds and lit up the scene was so pretty. What I always called God rays when ever I would see them out in nature while photographing mountain views after a storm..
Now my daughter has a story to go with the day we discovered her on a freeway, on father’s day, in an accident. Yeah, forgot to mention that too, it was father’s day. Our life is a hard one to believe sometimes.
My husband never really believed in God before he met me and now he tells people since he met me too may things have happened that can only have one explanation, and that is, that there is a God.
There is nothing special about me, I’m just someone there to point out those signs that my husband maybe just never paid attention to before. The signs are always around us. Some are too personal to write about here but I have shared this story with you all before so I don’t mind sharing it once again. I also want to share something else with everyone this Sunday and that is about our spirit.
Like I wrote up above, our family has been getting hit with a lot these past years and that is bound to break your spirit if you are not careful. The bitterness, the rage, the depression of why me, why is this happening, why, why, why. If you are not careful it can break your soul.
As soon as I heard my husband’s voice telling me about this recent accident I realized how close he came to not speaking to me in person again. How fast life ends when we least expect it.
When I got off the phone with my husband, our neighbors were there to help us. One neighbor and her husband saw my husband in the intersection after the accident and drove back to tell me that he was okay. Then I was driven by my neighbor’s wife to get my son at college while he drove back to the scene of the accident to stay by my husband’s side while the police wrote up the report.
Later that evening another neighbor of ours, drove his Lexus into our driveway then knocked on our door and handed my husband the keys to his vehicle to use for the next couple of weeks while the insurance takes effect.
Our truck would cost too much to repair, more then what it is worth. We will be getting a new one now. That truck my father-in-law left to his son saved his son’s life protecting him inside.
Why do these things happen?. Why does it seem like it is happening so much?.
Why? Because you are strong, Why? Because you are meant to gain knowledge from this. Why? Because I know you will pass that knowledge onto your children and others.Why? So others can have opportunities to help as well.
When life becomes hard maybe that is not the path for you to take. When people around you seem cruel, maybe they are not the people for you. When everything seems like it never goes your way, maybe you need to take a harder look at all the beautiful things that do go your way. Those good things that happen in your life that you are overlooking, that you never acknowledge, because they are there. Like hearing the voice of someone you love everyday when you wake up in the morning.That right there is a big one to be thankful for.
When you need someone by your side to give you the confidence to continue on…well, that would be God. He is always by our side, and will always be right next to you. We are never alone.
So be gentle with your spirit, treat it with kindness and understanding. Never allow it to go to a place of rage, resentment and bitterness when you feel life may be unfair.
This post is not meant to offend anyone, just my beliefs and they come from a place of love not hate. Seems religion is being targeted as a hate group with some. That is so sad to see and witness. Even my own daughter was attacked on social media because she asked her followers to pray for the rain forest fires, and pray for the hurricane that came in.
She will pray when friends and family need them because of tough times. Then things started changing, she started getting hate from people for her prayers. She went off line for awhile because of all the hate she received for doing that…so strange. Since when did a prayer become so hated.
For anyone out there reading this, for the religious and non-religious, I send well wishes and prayers your way for a beautiful Sunday. May your day be filled with only the things that make you smile. Stay safe out there and remember how precious life is, cherish it, treat it with kindness, and always be careful with your spirit because it can get broken. Never get stuck in those emotions where hate may live just because you feel you are not getting answers to your Why’s. If you are still and quiet enough you will hear those answers in your hearts. God bless you all from all of us at Our Little Red House.
What wonderful road trips and adventures we all have had in our truck. It took us to a lot of beautiful places. That old truck even helped us when we rebuilt parts of Our Little Red House. Snow adventures, and hauling supplies back and forth. All the seasons we had with it and all those happy memories. Rest in peace Ol’Betsy Bell.
Photos above are of the many adventures we took with our truck. For some people the story I have written can be hard to look at as the way I saw it happen. There is a paper trail of both accidents, and witnesses to the vehicles protecting us that day. My husband was by my side when the clouds opened up with sunlight rays over the accident. Some people need to see things before they believe and even then they question what they have seen. Believe and you will see.
Special thanks to Margarate from Soulfood . Your comment to a post of mine that day after the accident was just what I needed at the time. Thank you.
Well O’Faith. When I clicked on to read your post about your own accident and how your faith got you through it, it was just what I needed to read at the time as well. Thank you.