Is God Real?
After it first happened, the place gave me chills and sweats as I remembered the day I would have likely died. But for some reason, it has now become the place where I remember God's hand on my life the most vividly.
It was late at night and a person I had known for years was visiting me. I had just returned from dinner with my family and Malcom decided to have a few drinks.
I knew that Malcom and drinking did not mix very well and true enough a disagreement broke out. I stupidly begged him to let me drive him home.
I should have never got in the car with him.
The argument continued as I tried to fix the issue, 'I had caused,' but trying to smooth things over just made the car ride more rough.
I drove around the corner and proceeded down the road with the sea on my left. The sea was in and it was crashing up and over the protective wall.
The defenses stopped at certain parts to allow access to the beach, at low tide, and water for goodness knows what reason. Possibly for mooring boats at one stage.
I caught Malcom watching the wall.
It was as though he was noting every time it broke for a gap and then he took his chance.
He grabbed the steering wheel!
If anyone ever asked me, 'Is God Real?' I tell them that I have seen something unexplainable. And that can only be Him.
There is no doubt in my mind that He is real, alive and intervening when He needs to.
Malcom was strong.
I had felt the his full strength before and knew that he had everything he needed to pull the car in to the water.
Malcom also knew I am deathly afraid of water. I can't swim and in fact, if I am submersed in water I simply freeze in fright.
He knew that I wouldn't be able to get out of the water if he managed to get the car in it.
The car stayed steady.
I had panicked, stiffened and I remember having little to no grip on the steering wheel, but yet the wheel refused to budge.
I knew God in a whole different way that night.
God was determined to keep me alive.
When you see what I have seen.
When you experience what I have experienced then you cannot deny God!
I cannot deny God.
I got Malcom home.
The inside of my car looked like it had done a few rounds with a boxer, and I spent the return journey in awe of what had just happened.
God's still voice inside of me kept asking if I was ok and He repeated my name as I sobbed, taking in the gravity of the situation.
God was there for me.
He showed up.
I am thankful to know Him.
And I know He is real.
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