We left the logging operation early because of the rain in December. The road was now a glare sheet of ice. My brother had a white-knuckled hold of the steering wheel of our old, rusted jeep. Our cousin was sandwiched between us while I sat by the passenger door. Topping the hill, I knew we were in trouble. The old jeep started doing 360s. When it hit the ditch, the door opened, and I flew out, landing on my back in that trench, flowing with cold water. That vehicle was coming over onto me when the back bumper caught the bank and righted it. Finally, I stood up, soaked and angry, glaring at the jeep which had now stopped at the bottom of the hill.
Another memory prompting the question: Why am I still here? God knows the answer and I don’t, but I owe Him something. I’ll try, as lacking as I am, to pay it back. I’ve been given a lot more life than many.
Psalm 103:4 -5
who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
If you’re going to take a trip through life, make sure God’s in control and not you.
Give it some thought.
Gary