As long as you are still breathing, there is still time…
That’s something the speaker in church said on Sunday and it struck me really hard.
Today my sister and I were driving with on a highway in the middle of nowhere for our work we do together and all of sudden it started pouring rain.
The thing about driving in the pouring rain is it’s a lot like driving in the snow. And once the road gets covered in water, it can be like driving on black ice.
We slid off the road and probably were out of control of the car for about 40 ft of driving through bushes and desert terrain. Luckily there were no signs or anything for us to hit, we just plowed through a few small bushes. It was also lucky that we were in my sister’s SUV and not my Prius.
Last week I was listening to a talk and in the talk the speaker was telling a story about a time when he was walking on a bridge and the footing gave way. He fell and the first thing he did was yell out:
Father! Help me!
Praying out loud. He immediately thought to turn to his Heavenly Father and he was caught by one of the other hikers.
As I listened to the talk twice (I like to listen to them twice so I can hear the message and let it sink in) I wondered if I would immediately know or think to call out in prayer.
Fast forward to today when my sister and I were praying to see if we should make this drive, I received a response of “Trust me”.
And as we slid off the road and had a very tense 60 seconds, the first thing I did was scream my sisters name (to alert her of the situation in case she somehow missed that she had lost control of the car.) and then my heart praying to Heavenly Father for us to be safe.
And we were. A little whiplash and definitely shook up, but we were safe.
Then when we had turned around and said a prayer of gratitude, that saying from the speaker on Sunday came to my mind.
Even when you’re sliding out of control in the pouring rain, as long as you’re still breathing there is still time to call out to your Heavenly Father.