We have all heard the
saying; "God doesn't make junk".
I am living proof that it is true...
It was February 11, 1985; a cold and snowy
day. I remembered my Gramma White saying,
"Never let the weather change your plans", so
off I went to do some grocery shopping and to
have lunch with some friends at our church.
As I traveled the two-lane snow and ice
covered road, heading back home, I could see
an appliance van coming toward me. In an
effort to give him plenty of room, I pulled
over to the side of the road. As I did, my car
hit ice, his van did too and we hit each other
in a forceful head-on collision. While
wearing a seat belt saved my life, it did not
save me from harm. I was thrown to the floor
of the mini-van; the seat belt staying
fastened. The force of the collision broke my
arm; injured my knees and legs. The seat belt
cut across my stomach causing many internal
injuries. Trapped on the floor of my mini-van,
my seat belt still fastened, I was unable to
move.
Someone, having witnessed the accident, called
911. Thank you!
Now, to make a long story short... The
emergency vehicles arrived and much commotion
followed. The miserable weather, other
vehicles stopping to help, my daughter's
school bus, people trying to assist in any way
they could, all added to the confusion.
Still trapped on the floor, I suddenly felt
the mini-van shift and move. "We" were going
someplace - I didn't know where.
After several minutes of traveling, I felt the
mini-van jolt to the ground. Not knowing where
I was, not knowing that "we" had been towed to
a junkyard; frightened and in extreme pain, I
cried "Dear Lord Jesus, save me".
Over and over again, I prayed,
"Dear Lord
Jesus, save me".
And He did!
A man walking through the junkyard, looking
for parts for his car, heard a noise coming
from a vehicle. Thinking it was a radio, he
walked over to my mini-van.
When he opened the door, there I was, covered
with ice and snow.
The "noise" he had heard was my prayer for
help.
Despite all of our efforts, this man who saved
me was never found.
Was he a man or an Angel?
An ambulance soon arrived. After much effort,
the paramedics extricated me from my mini-van
and transported me to the hospital. I
remember how cold I was.
I remember how much I hurt. I remember being
taken into surgery.
I remember being surrounded by family and
friends, all praying for me.
I was in and out of the hospital for a number
of years. I still have the scars on my body
and the scars on my mind - my memories of that
day.
But most important of all, I have the
confidence of knowing that God has put me
on this earth for a reason; His reason., and I
pray that I live my life to fulfill
His plan, His purpose, His reason; for He is
my Maker;
And God doesn't make junk!
~ Janet Simpson |
