Guest blogging for Hungry For More over the next few posts is Martha Kirk. If I told you how long we had been friends, it might betray our age, since we’ve known each other since second grade. Just weeks ago, Martha was in an agonizing accident, which she has agreed to share. What better way to grapple with the spiritual sense of touch than experiencing Him alongside Martha as she details her gripping true story. Who needs Halloween stories, as this one is frightening enough!
“Don’t touch that leg!”
I had been hanging upside-down in my totaled car, for almost 40 minutes. The volunteer paramedics explained that they were going to slide a very narrow board through the shattered window, cut the seat belt from which I had been dangling, and flip me onto the board, all the while not hurting my mangled leg which was obviously pointing in the wrong direction. In fact, the limb was wedged on the other side of the stick shift and was beginning to swell.
Moments before I had been traveling home, talking to my daughter as she was driving home from work. Normally my phone would sync to my car and I wouldn’t have to hold it, but today it hadn’t and I decided I would look down and push SYNC TO CAR on my phone. What I didn’t calculate was how close I was to a small double curve, wrapping its way around farmland on both sides.
Glancing up from my phone, I saw the curve, whipped the wheel around, and did a 180 in the road. This sent me sliding backwards into a six-foot ditch, flipping end over end, before landing 40 yards out into a field.
Because I never lost consciousness, I cried the name of Jesus over and over as I flipped. When I came to rest in the crushed car, every piece of glass had broken out. I realized the Lord had me in the palm of His hand (Ps. 139:10). His almighty touch and the guarantee of His presence had not flown out the window with the 36 diet Dr. Peppers and 24 bottles of water which were strewn all over the field (ok, I live in the middle of nowhere and had to stock up!). His Hand even blocked each of the flying refreshments from hitting me!
“Those who know the Lord trust him, because He will not leave those who come to Him” (Ps. 9:10). I truly experienced this verse.
I repeated, “Don’t touch that leg!” I was hurting too much to trust the paramedics, and my anticipation of the flip board seemed to loom as a guarantee of screaming pain. As they assured me they had trained for such moments, several men moved in and with the precision of a bulls-eye shooter, slid the board through, cut the seat belt, and flipped me in what felt to be one fluid motion! I was out of seatbelt suspension and on to the board in lightening speed. Their expert touch made an excruciating situation seem effortless.
Those volunteer paramedics had practiced those moves in a non-crisis situation in order to be prepared when the time came. How radically changed would I be if I practiced running to Him through praise, prayer, fasting and faith on my calm days? Then, I could be fluid and on target when adversity came, spiritually strong and would effortlessly move into faithe mode automatically! After all, whether I practice reaching for Him or not, “the Lord is my rock, my protection, my Savior. My God is my rock. I can run to Him for safety. He is my shield and my saving strength, my defender” (Ps. 18:2).
Have you made a practice run to Him today?
Read Part 2 of Martha’s story.