Picture it, Sept.. 2007, it's a Thursday afternoon. I get off work early to go to the Sugarland, Little Big Town and Jake Owen concert in Charleston, SC. Right before I leave work my mom asks me to run by her house for something (now I have no idea what is was), didn't seem all that important to me at the time, but it was major to her, so I agreed. I would have been going another direction to get to the concert, but alas my plans and God's were not in agreement. On the way to my mom's. an 18 wheeler was waiting to make a left turn, I saw a school bus in the oncoming traffic, I waited for it to pass and made my left hand turn - to my shock and surprise there was another school bus coming that had been in the big trucks blind spot. I almost cleared it but it hit the back quarter panel of my minivan between the back tire and rear-end on the passengers side, rolled me over on the side, driver's door to the ground and slammed me into another car that was waiting to make a right turn out into oncoming traffic, totaling my vehicle. Firefighters and EMS responded to the scene. Firefighters cut me out of the car by rolling back the top like a sardine can to get me out. I was close to a train track not knowing if I was on it or not and not knowing if a train was coming or not (I heard fire fighters radio to stop all on-coming trains) and I heard one say to hurry and get me out that there was a gas leak and they were sure it was going to burst into flames before they could get me out. A firefighter, one I happened to know personally, climbed into the van with me and covered me with a blanket reassuring and comforting me. after nearly an hour (which seemed to me like many more) I was free from the wreckage and rolled across the major highway on a stretcher as EMS workers stopped traffic (it just so happened I was right across the street from the hospital). There were 8 children and the driver on the school bus, and 1 adult and 3 children in the car that I slid into and by the grace of God, no one was hurt, except me. I have a "God-scar" on my left are near my elbow where the glass from my broken window cut me all up. Laying in the emergency room and realizing that I was not going to make my concert, I kept trying to get someone to go to my wrecked car and get the tickets out and put them to good use. Also immediately after the accident I used my cell phone to call my mom to come help me get out of the car (I was in shock and didn't realize how bad it was), she got to me in under 5 minutes and I handed her my cell phone which immediately fell apart in her hands and was completely destroyed beyond repair. I never found out why God didn't want me to go to that concert, I can only surmise that it is because the accident as bad as it was, protected me from something far worse that would have happened to me if I had went. I am so grateful that God was with me and protected me (even from myself) at that time!
“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.” ~ Proverbs 19:21 NIV11
Thank you Lord that you know what's best and that your purpose prevails over the many plans in my heart. Amen