|Our truck after driving on black ice.|
We sure did.
We were heading home after a long and upsetting day. It had just turned April and it was a rainy dreary evening getting colder by the minute.
Our route home included driving on "Grapevine Trail," a road aptly named for its twists and turns.
My husband was driving and we were discussing the things that had made that day so distressing when all of a sudden, he started screaming! I looked over at him in wonder and the next thing I knew I was laying in a ditch with the vehicle on its side pinning me down with my hair caught underneath it.
It happened just that fast.
Black ice is dangerous and deceptive. You don't see it, so you make no extra precautions.
No time to think or pray. Just, BAM, we were in the ditch.
The wreck happened over 20 years ago, yet the lessons learned from my time in the ditch remain. Life is uncertain - even, or maybe especially, for the Christian - and I need to be ready at all times. Ready to be a witness. Ready to meet my maker.
We have no guarantees that our lives will be x number of days.
And so, I've learned to not let the important things be undone.
Forgive - because you might not get another chance.
Say I love you - it might be your last opportunity.
Most importantly, let there be nothing between you and Christ. You might be meeting Him much quicker than you had anticipated.
I've written about this true event in a more light-hearted manner (read My Husband Cannot Cut Hair) but I wanted to share a more serious version with the community at Tell His Story. You can find more stories at Jennifer Dukes Lee.