Chocolate, chickens and angels…it probably sounds like a strange combination, but they all came together in my world a couple weeks ago.
It ended up to be a messy situation, but God was present and brought me through it with His protection.
Earlier in the day before my car accident, I had put one left-over piece of chocolate, cherry, ice cream pie on the floor of my back seat in a Pyrex glass pie dish. ( It came from my mom when I first got married…) I was taking it home from our lunch with friends so my mom could enjoy the last piece. After the car twirled and turned through the air, it came to rest in an upright position 150 feet from the place of impact. When I got my bearings of what just happened, I could feel something wet and slimy all down my back and underneath me. I realized that I was sitting in a pool of melted chocolate, pieces of glass, and liquid ice cream.
The pie plate had shattered into a million pieces, but the only cut that I found was a small one on my left elbow. My white Capri’s and blue top were another story. Quite the mess! My sister, Julie, said that it was pretty crazy, but appropriate that I would have chocolate at the scene of my accident. After all, I love the stuff.
About an hour before I traveled down that little gravel road to pick up my husband, I had packed twelve, ten pound frozen chickens into two coolers and placed them on the back seat of our car. When I surveyed my surroundings after coming to rest in that grassy ditch, four of those solid creatures were up in front with me. The coolers were both empty and the others were lying in various places in the back of the car. What a miracle for one or more of them not to have hit me in the head!
My son, Mark, said I could have had the first funeral from someone dying from a frozen chicken.
The only kind of chicken I like is a dead one, but I certainly didn’t want one to kill me! Would you believe I have never even had a headache since the crash? Plenty of other aches and bruises, but it could have knocked me out or worse. Another praise and thank you to the God who protects me.
I have always believed in guardian angels. It is because I need several of them most days, and I cannot count the times I have looked toward heaven and thanked God for some mercy that was just given to me or to those I love. God is good, He is faithful and never leaves us. While I was gripping the steering wheel and watching only sky before my eyes, I prayed so strongly for help and deliverance from the frightening experience. It seemed like a bad ride at Valley Fair. When I came to one, hard smash down, I was so thankful the movement was over. Even though I could barely breathe. It felt like I was in a vice completely around the middle of my body.
In the many cards and prayers sent my way, I received a little silver angel bell. I have it sitting in our dining room where I see it every day sparkling in the morning sunshine. It is a wonderful reminder of another day of life and reasons to praise my God above. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, friends. With all the love coming my way, I am feeling the healing day by day. It is humbling. It is overwhelming, but in an absolutely positive way. Thank you…and remember to “buckle up”. Those guardian angels have a tough job, and need all the help they can get!
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