I dont know, I am asking. If you are meant to die in a wreck would the fact that you buckled up save your life?
But will a spiritual buckle save your soul??
What if I'm reading a message board and someone makes a not so subtle suggestion that I kill myself?
Hmmm,....... let me think about that, dum de dum dum, uh....don't do it anyway??
All I'm asking is do you think every person (given time doesn't end) has a specific way of dying?
It's not God's will that we die at all, on the contrary His message is all about eternal life.
This was a couple years back but my family and I were coming back from Church on a Wednesday night and a deer was getting ready to run into the passenger side of our van, where my wife was sitting, and all of a sudden the deer was gone. I looked in the rear view mirror and screamed to my wife that the deer had just jumped over our car.
It was crazy!
I almost lost most of my family due to deer on the roads in two days a few years ago.
Not more than half a mile away my wife and oldest daughter were coming home just after dark and a deer ran out and at impact it looked for all the world like it was coming through the windshield but miraculously it cleared the top of the car.
The next evening my son was coming in late on his bike which had 160 on the speedometer and I have no doubt he was exceeding the speed limit when he rounded a curve and a herd of about twenty deer came running across the road. He said he hit the brakes hard and missed all the deer but one ran into him.
The bike went end over end for a few hundred feet as he slid down the road, fortunately the bike never landed on him and he had no broken bones. I counted 19 separate skid marks on his helmet and his racing jacket
was in complete tatters. The bike was totaled and that was his last one, I'm so happy about that.
Also happy that both those kids have become parents this past year.
I had a dream once that my youngest daughter was involved in a bad accident and the girl riding with her was killed.
In a matter of days she was driving home from Texas and on the way she was driving about the speed limit passing a line of slower moving cars and trucks and six or eight other cars who wanted to drive faster were lined up behind her and then all of a sudden some idiot whipped out in front of her doing about fifty and her only option was to hit the brakes and take the shoulder of the interstate.
Her car did a three sixty and came to a stop off the pavement with no real harm done. One nice guy who had been in line behind her stopped and backed up to where she was sitting, trembling and trying to get herself together. She said he reached in and patted her on her shoulder and complimented her driving, saying if she hadn't been so quick to avoid the idiot, there would have been a very nasty pile up. I was glad she hadn't given a ride to one of her friends.
Deer are amazing athletes, and very tasty when cooked properly....you were in God's hands my man
One morning I was speeding down a country road on my way to a golf tournament and since I was late anyway because my son had borrowed my clubs without telling me and had left them at someone else's house requiring me to waste thirty minutes retrieving my bag and not only that about six cars were all tailgating behind me and so I wasn't letting any grass grow underneath my shadow.
Just after going as fast as I dared through a series of curves and putting the peddle to the metal on a straight stretch, I glanced in my rear view to see if I had put any distance on the tailgaters and when I looked back at the road there came a big barren doe at full gallop right in front of me.
I had no time to hit the brakes but swerved hard to the left to avoid her but didn't quite clear her, striking her right in the butt as she was about to jump off the road over a fence, her jump, along with the impact of my car launched her way into the air and she did a complete summersault and landed on her feet in a field to the right and ran off into the woods without even a limp.
I'll bet she might have sat in the creek later to sooth those sore buttocks, a little borrowed duct tape from the golf pro had my headlight pointing back at the highway for my trip home that night.:thumbsup: