After leaving a party on Saturday evening (setting up one, not attending) I was on the highway back from Midrand. You know the one. The busy one. It started to drizzle and soon it was pouring. I wasn't in a hurry.
I was thinking about what I'd do with Emma and Ben once home. I had bought lots of arts and crafts things a few days before and was excited to spend time with them.
As the rain got heavier I moved over to the middle lane, letting the speedsters get to where they needed to be so urgently. Life was good. I was happy. And then I hit a large puddle of water and I felt my car skid a little. Remembering not to brake, I went with it until the slight skid turned into aqua planing and then I panicked. As I spun out of control towards the middle barrier I remember trying to swerve to miss it, and realizing I had over corrected I tried to straighten out again. But at this point there was nothing I could do. I literally let go of the steering wheel and thought to myself, what happens now, happens. I can't say my life flashed before my eyes. But Emma, Ben and Mark were in my thoughts. And I hoped that they would be okay without me and that they'd manage to move on.
What felt like an hour was minutes and once I had spun across the four lanes, I side swiped a pole and came to a stop with the nose of my car slightly touching a fence in front of me. The impact had ripped the passenger's rear view mirror off and somehow it had come flying in the through the little window. I think that hit me on the side of the head. Other than that I was unhurt. Untouched.
The miracle was that while all this was happening there was not one car close to me. Not one. No other cars that I could have hit and hurt the people inside. No other family that might have lost a loved one that night.
As I stumbled out of the car. Yes, I stumbled. A young family stopped and the husband came running over to see if I was ok. And as we stood on the side of the road, him hugging me as I sobbed, the highway busied up again to its usual manic madness. With cars speeding by every few seconds, we both thanked God and our angels. Sincerely.
My car's a write off but I am alive. And I am thankful and grateful and more aware of the angels that keep me safe than ever.
That is so scary! So glad that you are OK!
ReplyDeleteI am so gad that you are ok! SO very glad. And that a kind soul that could hold you stopped.
ReplyDeleteOh yes. God had you in the palm of His hand.
ReplyDeleteThank a God for His mercies...
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing M and thank god you're save!
ReplyDeleteI've seen a few miracles myself lately and my angels have been working very hard for me and my family. Most recently I damaged a wheel going down William Nicol past Diepsloot. It was pouring down and I hit a pothole very hard, since I couldn't see it at all in the puddles. The cars wheels felt fine so I continued onto a busy N14 heading for Pretoria. I drove 120 km/h all the way to my off ramp. Once on the offramp I slowed down to less than 60 as there were los
t of traffic upfront. This is when the tyre burst, softly. I pulled over and luckily Sean was 5 minutes behind me on the same road on his way to a customer so he stopped to changed my tyre.
I believe my angel held that tyre in tact all the way on the highway so it wouldn't burst and cause a huge accident.
Wow Mel *shocked*. May the good Lord continue to cover you and your family with the blood of Jesus. May you all be proteceted always by Psalm 91.
ReplyDeleteMy word!! So frightening, and glad you're safe.
ReplyDeleteGlad you are ok. What a scare.
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