About two weeks ago I was sitting in this same computer lab surrounded by the same machinery and doing the same task of printing out books for free from the same website. I got into the car and drove out the front entrance of the school and made a right onto fowler. I was strolling along. I saw a crow and paid it no mind. The Lord sends me crows as signs. I didn't pay the first one any attention, so he sent an even bigger one. A bigger raven. Flapped slowly over my path, right in front of me. I drove under it as it flew to my right and across the street behind the car, as I was driving. I was in the left most lane. The thoughts came: this is a sign from the Lord. Should I slow down? I know something's wrong. I didn't listen. I was in an accident about 20-30 seconds later. Unavoidable accident. A car hit me from the right most lane, traveling 20-30 miles an hour trying to get into the turning lane on my left on this 8-lane road. I saw him a few feet before he tried to get in front of me, but it was too late. I couldn't slow down. Slamming on my breaks hard and swerving to the left was all that was left to do, but he hit me.
That morning, I prayed I'd make it to school safely and back, because it's 28 miles away from the house where I live. From that fact alone, that I had faith that the Lord would take care of me, He saved me from an even worser situation. If the moves were right. The car would have totaled the car I was driving and I would have been pretty hurt.
The Holy Spirit rewards diligence, I heard. I want to know more about this Diligence. I wont harden my heart to the Lord my Father anymore.
If I died this morning on my way home I'd want my mum to know that I love her, my sister to burn my stuff, my friend Chris to get back together with Kirya, my dad to be at the funeral, and forgive and apologize to my mum. And my mum to accept his apology, for my enemies to be at my funeral, and for my friends Carolyn, Matthew M., and Daniel D. to meet my family. I'd want Hector and Nigel to finish off my plans for websites and my friend Joe to read the Gospel According to Matthew. I might be asking too much. And I would be with my Father, so the things would matter. And even though I wouldn't be there, my spirit would be with the Lord and the body would just be dust and ash... I'd like to be buried with a box of donuts in my hands. Thanks. Ciao.
