About a month ago, I was sitting in my living room and my children fell in my spirit very heavily. They were away on a trip with their after-school/summer camp program, and I sat in my front room thinking that I wanted them to come home soon. I kept wondering what time they would be home. A short time later, my front bell rung and I could hear my son speaking, but his voice seemed a bit distorted. A second voice came through and said something that really seemed to cause my heart to stop. My nine-year-old son had been struck by a speeding SUV. He was knocked several feet in the air and was injured on the left side of his body. My oldest son was sent into a state of shock and the witnesses of that accident thought my youngest son would surely die or suffer life-threatening injuries. I was at U of Chicago Hospital with my youngest son a day after he had major surgery (cracked femur fracture...left side injuries and facial scarring) and my oldest son was injured at school by another student. After seeing my youngest son fighting in the hospital, going through extreme pain that he has never before experienced; the life was momentarily knocked out of me when my oldest son was hurt. He had been choked by another student, had passed out and fallen face down breaking his tooth, which embedded itself in his lip and caused him to have stitches on the inside and outside of his mouth. Still, in the face of everything that was going on; I told God that he was still in control and that I hadn't lost faith. The devil was truly trying to break me. I've spent so much time trying to encourage others, it was as if the devil was saying "Oh, so you want to offer encouragement. Well, let's just see how much encouragement you'll offer after this." Still, I'm here to tell you that God has brought about a speedy recovery for both of my children. While my youngest is currently seeing a physical therapist to learn how to walk again; I am grateful to God that he was only hurt and not killed. When I think about the fact that I could've been burying both of my children, I THANK GOD FOR HIS MERCY AND HIS LOVE FOR ME AND MY FAMILY! One thing that stuck in my mind about the accounts of that day was how one witness described what he saw: "It was as if a hand reached down and jerked your son's body back out of the way so that only one side of his body was injured." I knew at that moment that God had sent his angels and that he, himself, was watching over my son, even when the devil was trying to take him from me. Today, I am praising God in spite of the tests and trials, because he has never failed me yet.
No matter the problem, No matter the hurt or heartache, no matter the downfall or mistake...
God Bless!
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I was hit by a car when I was in 8th grade on my bike. I remember flying through the air holding on to the bike. Something made me decide to let go, it wasn't me. I was still hurt bad, but it might have been a lot worse.
On my way home from work I was in a bad auto accident. My mini-van ended up flipping front to back, until it landed on the roof, on the cement divider seperating the two sides of the tollway; crushing the roof down to the steering wheel. I would have been killed, but I forgot to put my seatbelt on that day and was on the other side of the roof at that moment. I ended up hurt with only a cut on my lip and a sore neck. It wasn't long after that I became a Christian!
As you said, "I knew at that moment that God had sent his angels and that he, himself, was watching over..." That is so very true!!!