I just returned from two weeks in a mt cabin enjoying the hummingbirds, little brown field bunnies, chipmonks, and 60 degree mornings. It was a very beneficial time of prayer, communion with my Creator within the beauty of His creation, contemplation, study, writing, and spiritual renewal.
Oh, did I mention near-death? Twice within the same hour?
I’d trekked down the mountain to run some errands. Just as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot to grab something for dinner, the sky split wide open and rain fell in buckets. I grabbed my umbrella from the backseat floorboard, tucked my purse against my chest and sprinted toward the store entrance with the umbrella low to my head and angled against the rain blowing in from my left side.
As I crossed the expanse in front of the store, vision occluded by my umbrella, I heard the sickening screech of car tires and a woman standing in the doorway screamed as she pointed in my direction. Suddenly the front bumper of a car entered my field of vision beneath the canopy of my umbrella as it skidded to a stop on the wet asphalt, shiny chrome coming to rest against my left hip.
I laid my left hand on the car’s hood, about three inches from my now-trembling body and looked up at the ashen face of the driver, his hand flying to his forehead as he exhaled a long, relieved breath.
Dinner no longer held it’s appeal and I pivoted back toward the car. I just wanted to get out of there and back to the snug safety of my cabin.
I sat dripping in my car trying to pull myself together enough to drive. Okay. I’m okay. Just breathe in and out. Thank you Lord; You saved my life. Or at the very least a long night at the ER.
The trip up the twisting narrow mountain road flanked by sheer drops took twice as long as usual in that horrible thunderstorm with dusk closing in. About halfway up, hail began pounding my windshield and I slowed to 15 mph, barely able to make out the center line as visibility decreased to almost nil.
Roundinga sharp curve, I was startled to see, in a timely flash of lightning, an enormous tree falling across the road directly in front of my car. Thankfully, I was moving so slowly because of the weather I was able to brake just in time. I reversed about ten feet and sat staring at the massive trunk and heavy limbs sprawled acorss the exact spot where my car would have been if I’d gotten there five seconds earlier.
Five seconds. The difference between life and death.
Meaningful scripture jumped out at me: If God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and gone tomorrow, won’t he more surely care for you? You have so little faith! (Luke 12:28, NLT).
What you hope for is kept safe for you in heaven (Col. 1:5, CEV).
It occurred to me that if we receive God’s prescious gift of salvation through the sacrifice of his son, Jesus Christ, we don’t have to fear death. It’s merely a door opening to the greatest adventure of all : Heaven!
