Friday, November 27, 2009

Tracks in the Wheat

About a week ago, one of my friends exclaimed that he loved Black Friday and the deals that it brings. My quick, unguarded response was that I hated it. I really don't...it just fills me with the memories of last year.

Have you ever had moments in your life when you could have been no longer? Moments that were filled with spiritual warfare and unexpected grace?

I can vividly picture two of those experiences when death was eagerly waiting to cease my weary body and God prevailed with His perfect plan. The first experience happened when I was nine and the second was last year, on Black Friday.
Here is what I wrote from that day:

Driving home from work
Music softly filling the car air while sleepiness slowly crept into my eyes after a long day
Dry roads, almost home
Rounding a curve, unexpected sheets of ice
Swerving, fish tailing, trying to gradually let up on the gas and down on the brake
Hitting dirt, flipping
Upside down, only being held by my seat belt
Trying to escape or at least let someone know that I'm here in a field
Unbuckling my seat belt, glass everywhere
Curling up in a ball on the ceiling
Searching for my cell phone, desperate to get help from my brothers
Seeing Eric's form yelling for me to put down my window
Letting my guard down as he held me tight and checked for broken bones
Missing one shoe and two loaves of bread
Being sorry about the new tires that had been put on that morning
Finally safe in my brother's arms
Rescued and protected by the Great I Am.
Struggling later to fall asleep after returning from the hospital
Feeling angels warring for me
Seeking rest in the arms of my Savior who had protected my life
Peace at last.

Until this fall, you could still see the track marks that my car had made. The wheat grew around it, leaving me with the constant reminder of God's protection and grace on my life that night. Experiences we have shape us into who we are today, how we feel and think and relate to others. I think I have a better understanding of what it means to have no control in a situation, the feeling of being trapped, and knowing how much God cares for His children.