My sister said that if my life were a Dr. Seuss book, that would be the title.
Why, you ask?
Two Saturdays ago (October 1) I was driving back from my job in a nearby city. It takes me about 40 minutes. It was about midnight, and I wasn’t too far out of the city, when I saw a horse in the left hand lane (my lane) of the highway. I immediately gasped, braked, swerved. Just that quick. I totaled my car on the horse, and the horse died instantly. You can read more about it in the following (hilarious and misspelled) article from Southwest Baptist University’s paper:
While this article catches the humor involved in this incident, it didn’t really talk about how good God was in this situation. I had been thinking a lot about the Holy Spirit’s role in my life, and was listening to “Forgotten God” by Francis Chan. I had been really into it, then the accident happened. If you look close, you can see that there is no damage to where I was sitting, but all around me is totaled.
As the article says that I attribute my safety to “divine protection.” I do. I couldn’t have hit the horse more perfectly, for it to hit that side and then hit my back? How nothing damaged me? My windshield didn’t burst, my airbag didn’t bust me in the jaw, nothing?
I told my grandpa that the horse was bound to hit someone on the highway, and I’m glad that it was me. I know the Lord, and I would have been able to see him; had that been someone else, who knows? My Grandpa said to me, “The Lord obviously still has work for you to do.”
I already have a new car…everything happened so quickly. Insurance companies don’t know what to say to me; I’m “the girl who hit the horse” to most people. God has been extremely faithful to me, and I don’t deserve it. I’m happy to be alive, and I pray to GOD that I never see a horse near the highway again!