A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Thou Art With Me

Monday, March 22, 2010

Thou Art With Me

Have you ever had a moment or two in your life when you were just SURE that there was a God? I have always KNOWN there is a God, but the other day, he placed his hand on me and let me know that he was in the passenger seat with me as I drove.

I was driving home from work on the freeway. Fairly easy drive, not a lot of traffic, moving at regular 65 mph pace. I came up behind a truck pulling an enclosed trailer with construction items in and on it. I was following him and no one was around us, he was going the proper speed limit, my exit was coming up very soon and things were smooth.
I got the overwhelming urge to pass him. There was no reason to pass him...no REAL reason at all. I turned on my blinker and looked in my mirror....as I merged into the other lane, one of his ladders on the top of the trailer shot off the back and right into where I had been 2 seconds ago. The ladder whipped straight out (where the driver side would have been) and then shot sideways out behind me as I continued to slow down and pull over. He saw what happened and slowed to pull over as well. He asked if I was ok, which BY THE GRACE OF GOD, ONLY, I was.

I cannot express the amount of praying and thanking I did right then, and the rest of the night. I could have ended up a crazy accident statistic with a ladder in my face and chest...... THANK YOU MY LORD AND SAVIOR!!!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...: Wow, LeAnn, that is truly amazing. It's wonderful to see how God isn't done with us! And it was great to see you at church yesterday ....thanks for blogging again :); 2:17 PM
The Williamson Clan said...: Wow, LeAnne. That is awesome. You hear of those freak accidents. So glad God was speaking and you were listening!!; 7:22 AM

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