One afternoon several years ago, I drove up the hill on the mountainside road near where I lived, put the car in park, and got out to check the mailbox. But as soon as I got to the mailbox, the car started to roll down the hill. I ran as fast as I could to stop it. My plan was to somehow turn the steering wheel, forcing the car to run into the brush. So I quickly opened the car door and turned the wheel, but as I did that, the door hit my chest and knocked me down. Then the car rolled over my leg and dragged me for a couple of seconds before releasing me and coming to a stop in the foliage. As all this was happening, I at first felt very afraid, but then quickly turned to God for help. And the thought came, "This is going to be a wonderful healing to share!" Well, that's all it took for me to release the fear and feel that I was in God's complete care.

As I lay still on the asphalt, people stopped to try to help. I'd banged my head and noticed there was bleeding. My hands and one of my legs were also cut and bruised. I was in some pain and didn't feel as if I could easily get up. People wanted to call an ambulance, but I asked them to please go down the hill to my home and get my former husband (who has since passed on).

He came racing up the hill, and when he got to me, told me that he was afraid. But he said he'd support my wishes to rely on prayer, as he'd seen that prayer had worked for me so many times in the past. I asked him to gently lift me up and take me home, where I soaked in the tub to remove the asphalt from my skin. While I was cleaning up, I prayed to know that my relationship with God was always intact. This gave me such peace and confidence in a perfect outcome, and I began to feel better.

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April 27, 2009

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