Joining in HERE - "So now on Fridays a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write without worrying if it’s just right gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes." This week's topic: Broken
I was sixteen and a rookie at the steering wheel on that November morning in 1993. I headed to school not knowing that the roads were covered with a layer of black ice. The dangerous stuff that those of us living in the Arctic avoid driving on at all costs.
It hadn't snowed that year, so my family wasn't yet on the lookout for icy roads.
To avoid getting dumped in the ditch, I jerked the steering wheel back into my lane - over correcting, sending my car perpendicular to the oncoming school bus which dwarfed my little car. In a splay of headlights and shock, my car was split in two right behind the front seats. Exactly in two.
By the grace of God, and His cushioning hand, I was left 100% intact and 100% a believer. I felt no impact. Not even from the bus splitting my car, not even from the landing off the side of the road. My car was broken. I was not. It was the first miracle I would witness. I had a front row seat to the His goodness. He literally has the whole world in His hands. And that day, I felt like the world to Him.
And today, on Good Friday, I celebrate how He is the world to me.