Some would wonder how you could have survived such a wreck; let alone be able to crawl out of the crumpled vehicle. Certainly, there are lacerations and abrasions marking your body but they aren’t severe enough to kill or maim you; still they will leave mental and spiritual scars.
You knew the road was icy and overall driving conditions were rapidly deteriorating. Still, you had to get behind the wheel as you would every day, but perhaps a more thorough job of brushing the snow and scraping the ice from your windshield may have afforded better enough visibility to avoid this terrible crash? Maybe if you had taken the prescribed path as opposed to driving the less-traveled more risky road, this accident may not have happened? You could contemplate and cogitate on the what-ifs until you’d be blue in the face, but the bottom line is that the mishap took place and it totaled your vehicle. Still, you were able by the grace of God to crawl out and start walking!
You’re bleeding and staggering, but as you breathe deeply your wits are being gathered and your legs are becoming less wobbly. Medical help would benefit you in this injured state, but being that you are indeed able to walk you believe there is nothing that an Emergency Department physician could do for you. You merely need to walk away from the wreckage.
That car represented a life, but that particular life has ended. Through the small section of windshield that was clear, you saw the demon standing in the middle of the road with a smirk on his face; a face with features being equal parts Homo-sapien and Aves. You swerved to avoid the black and scaly thing, but to no avail. It was a slow crash – perhaps years in the making – and as you struggled to steer out of the skid you had the hope that you’d keep the car on the road, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Yes, you were headed for a crash and there was little you could have done to prevent it.
Walking is freedom and even in your confused and painful state you know this freedom. You are being led and likewise being driven; even while not being in the proper shape to drive! Vehicles pass by, being operated by friends who yell through open windows “we’re praying for you, bro!” These people try to help, but they have no idea, as by the same grace of God that kept you from being killed they have never had a wreck like yours. As you walk, you realize that it’s a blessing that they’ve have never suffered your malady, as they would not have survived it.
There is a basement bunker to hide in, and that is to where you are walking, in the hopes that a short time there will allow you to heal. There are a handful of others that love you and they will care for you there, and you love them reciprocally and will do your best to care for them as well. It is an unlikely ad hoc family, but in times like these they are as real and true as family can be. There is a beloved one who is conspicuously absent, but soon that person will be with you as well – but you can’t lose hope in the meantime! No matter what you do, please don’t lose hope!
You’ve crashed and it should have been fatal, but God kept you alive! Now, you must walk, despite the pain. And when your legs become too tender, you know that He will carry you…
Walk away from the wreckage until you reach the bunker. Keep on the down-low until the warm springtime sun permeates your soul in its Holy Spirit-driven warmth and splendor. Then, you will again walk the path that you love and it will lead you home.
You’ve had a terrible crash my friend, but you’ve survived. You were saved for a time and a purpose for which the pain of your wounds will prepare you. You will walk to freedom everlasting, but please my friend, don’t lose hope! Hope is what will heal and sustain you the rest of the way home.
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