What I'm sharing this week is more along the lines of miraculous than it is visionary (although all of God's realm is miraculous). It is about a time God literally saved my life.
Many years ago, while in elementary school, I had to walk 1/4-mile up an unpaved hill to the school bus stop on a highway shoulder. Back then, the road guards were white pylons connected by thickly-braided wire, and I sat on those wires awaiting the bus.
The family of a girl also riding the bus (though she attended a different school) lived atop a large knoll across the road. They had a long driveway winding down to the highway, and each morning the girl walked down, waved hello, and waited for the bus on her side.
Her family also happened to own a huge, unfriendly German Shepherd (I forget the dog's name) the girl's mother kept tightly leashed during the mornings she walked her daughter to the stop. I remember, in particular, how the dog disliked me to the point of standing on its hind legs, pulling against the leash, barking aggressively every time it spotted me. Many times its angry ardor forced the girl's mother to leave the bus stop before the bus arrived, just to calm the animal. To say the least, I was afraid of it.
[Note: In hindsight, I've realized the dog probably behaved that way with all strangers but, to my then naive and overly-sensitive emotions, it seemed I was the creature's only enemy.]
The miracle I've referred to happened one morning as the girl opened the house door to walk to the bus stop. It was then the canine locomotive forced its way past her and escaped! Naturally, it made a bee-line down the winding hill, its claws tossing up dirt in acrimonious strides. Snarling barks left no doubt of the dog's intent to separate me from my throat as it malevolently charged across the highway.
I was absolutely frozen in fear.
It seemed as though the devil himself bounded towards me in ultra-slow motion, friends; and then it happened... As the beast reached the middle of the highway, (about ten feet from me) it was struck suddenly by an oncoming car! The dog never saw its approach and, truthfully, neither did I.
It was a bittersweet, surreal rescue, as certainly I’d have been badly bitten that day – perhaps even mauled. I don’t believe God would have allowed the dog’s demise if it wasn’t intending to harm me.
Believe it or not, I did sympathize with the girl rushing down the hill behind the Shepherd, obviously unable to reach it in time. She cried beside the dog smitten back to the roadside. To my recollection, she did not attend school that day.
It actually took quite some time for me to realize GOD had saved my life. I vaguely recall I was so stunned by what happened that, as usual, it was my mother who connected the dots back to Jesus. The dog was easily half-again my size, and I wasn’t on its “best friends” list...
God saved my young life from a literal gaping maw. Hallelujah!
Friends, do you have a similar testimony to God’s goodness miraculously rescuing you? If so, I’d love to hear it. If not rest assured that, God keeping me, I’ll be back next week to continue sharing God’s miracles and visions in my life!
All Love in Christ,