When another car hit the Ford Taurus I was in a week ago somewhere in Durham, NC, you have nothing else than the word “Accident” to describe it. A 30-ish African-American driver with a baseball cap rammed his vehicle through the side of the car, spinning it for a bit before it came to a complete halt. The airbags inflated and the seatbelts tightened but it was more than these two car’s safety features that saved all four passengers who have just been hit by the unexpected impact. One word: God.
We could’ve experienced so much worse tragedy than having cuts, bruises, scrapes, and a temporary headache, and for the car, a seriously-dented side. A friend wished that I wasn’t traumatized from the incident. I can honestly say that I wasn’t. Instead, I walked away from it seriously thanking God in whose hands we are in. The angels assigned to us must have held on to the car real tight for it not to overturn or hit another car on the highway.
I made a joke about now being able to brag that I have seen an airbag from the inside (although it’s not something I would wish for any of my loved ones to experience). But actually, I am bragging about something else: The love of God. I can feel it all around me, embracing me, keeping me warm in this literally cold (at least, for me) land.
Ultimately, there really are no accidents. Everything that crosses our path—people, circumstances, even heartbreaks—have been placed there by God. And only time can tell for what reason. But I have come to the point in my life where almost nothing worries me anymore. No credit to me though. It’s all about God. The more I realize how great He is, the more I realize how miniscule I am. He can take me to wherever He wants me to be, and I can depend on Him being the same: sovereign, loving, powerful.
Hollywood may depict God as the Chairman of the Adjustment Bureau, impersonal and capricious but I, the child of God, the receiver of His endless and matchless grace, know better. He loves me with a crazy kind of love. And this reality is what has been keeping me sane.
PS: Also worth mentioning is how our driver, Daren, kept calm and did not lose his patience at all. Even with this wreck, which wasn’t his fault at all, I still think he is one great driver and can give the jeepney drivers in the Philippines a run for their money.
Filed under: Daily Life, Faith, On the Giver of Grace, Vacation
thank God for protecting all of you.
What a scary experience! God does come to the rescue when His children are at risk. Welcome home, Beng!
Hi Carla, yes, thank God for how He has protected us.
Thanks for the welcome home, Ate Grace.
I brought with me memories of God’s displays of love and grace. 
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