I wanted to post a thread praising God for what he's done for me recently and in the past. I also want to learn how God has impacted your life before and since you have become a Christian.
Two years ago I was mowing a lot for my dad's landscaping company. I remember that I felt especially focused and energetic, and I decided to use the time to speak with God while I was working. I was nearly done with the lot when the riding lawn mower got stuck going up the hill towards the street. Behind me were several drop offs that extended down into the Trinity river. The area was littered with trees and various forms of vines and cacti. I put the tractor in neutral and wanted to ease down the hill a bit before trying to restart the climb. Unfortunately, the brakes became disconnected from its assembly and the tractor went steaming down the hill. In a rush I decided the best choice to make was to try to crash and hopefully prevent myself from being tossed half a hundred feet down the hill. I knew there was a cluster of trees behind me and steered towards them. I clipped the tree, but because of the angle and force I hit it the tractor went toppling underneath me and down the hill. I fell to the ground and my foot briefly went into the deck of the mower as it rolled away (the blades were still engaged). I landed on some rocks, disoriented, but understanding what had happened. I remember feeling pressure on my foot, but not much pain. I got up and marched to the street where I signaled for help.
I really dread to think about what could have happened (later we went back to look, and found that the tractor rested approximately thirty yards from where I'd fallen, practically destroyed). Luckily for me, I immediately put my trust in God as soon as I was able to collect my thoughts. He has shown and further convinced me that my trust was very well-placed. During the X-rays we found that I had many broken bones. The bones in my middle toe were completely undectectable (they had been so crushed they appeared to be mere spectacles of sawdust; no real semblance of anything solid existed). I recognized that several of the fragments may have severed the blood vessels, and was ready to prepare for the worst news. During those moments I continued to pray, and I basically just let God do his thing without much intervention from me. You could say I was concerned, but I certainly wasn't worried. I suppose there's a difference, because as I said I had already went to God about it and knew that whatever happened would be his decision, and I was very content with that.
Since then I have completely healed (to prove this I can honestly say I have ran 3-4 miles on a consistent, if not daily, basis during a period of three months without any signs of pain that might have been caused by the old injuries). A few weeks ago I was approaching a deadline; I had not yet paid off the medical bill and was needing to do it very soon (by September 30th, yesterday, in fact) in order to secure my position in the Air Force. A previous Sunday while washing my Jeep I knelt down to pray and to tell God about what was happening. Two hours later a friend who I hadn't talked with in a year or more called me. After sharing information he told me that there was no way he was going to let the medical bill get in the way of me joining the Air Force, something I really wanted to do, and offered to loan me all the rest of the money to pay for it.
I was trying to convince an atheist friend of mine that God had worked in my life during these times, but he raised of the question of why God had let me suffer. I don't know, and it doesn't even matter. I do know that my faith has only grown because of it (perhaps that's the reason in itself).
I felt compelled to share that with you. If you have any stories about how God has worked in your life I would really love to hear about it.
-Lee
Two years ago I was mowing a lot for my dad's landscaping company. I remember that I felt especially focused and energetic, and I decided to use the time to speak with God while I was working. I was nearly done with the lot when the riding lawn mower got stuck going up the hill towards the street. Behind me were several drop offs that extended down into the Trinity river. The area was littered with trees and various forms of vines and cacti. I put the tractor in neutral and wanted to ease down the hill a bit before trying to restart the climb. Unfortunately, the brakes became disconnected from its assembly and the tractor went steaming down the hill. In a rush I decided the best choice to make was to try to crash and hopefully prevent myself from being tossed half a hundred feet down the hill. I knew there was a cluster of trees behind me and steered towards them. I clipped the tree, but because of the angle and force I hit it the tractor went toppling underneath me and down the hill. I fell to the ground and my foot briefly went into the deck of the mower as it rolled away (the blades were still engaged). I landed on some rocks, disoriented, but understanding what had happened. I remember feeling pressure on my foot, but not much pain. I got up and marched to the street where I signaled for help.
I really dread to think about what could have happened (later we went back to look, and found that the tractor rested approximately thirty yards from where I'd fallen, practically destroyed). Luckily for me, I immediately put my trust in God as soon as I was able to collect my thoughts. He has shown and further convinced me that my trust was very well-placed. During the X-rays we found that I had many broken bones. The bones in my middle toe were completely undectectable (they had been so crushed they appeared to be mere spectacles of sawdust; no real semblance of anything solid existed). I recognized that several of the fragments may have severed the blood vessels, and was ready to prepare for the worst news. During those moments I continued to pray, and I basically just let God do his thing without much intervention from me. You could say I was concerned, but I certainly wasn't worried. I suppose there's a difference, because as I said I had already went to God about it and knew that whatever happened would be his decision, and I was very content with that.
Since then I have completely healed (to prove this I can honestly say I have ran 3-4 miles on a consistent, if not daily, basis during a period of three months without any signs of pain that might have been caused by the old injuries). A few weeks ago I was approaching a deadline; I had not yet paid off the medical bill and was needing to do it very soon (by September 30th, yesterday, in fact) in order to secure my position in the Air Force. A previous Sunday while washing my Jeep I knelt down to pray and to tell God about what was happening. Two hours later a friend who I hadn't talked with in a year or more called me. After sharing information he told me that there was no way he was going to let the medical bill get in the way of me joining the Air Force, something I really wanted to do, and offered to loan me all the rest of the money to pay for it.
I was trying to convince an atheist friend of mine that God had worked in my life during these times, but he raised of the question of why God had let me suffer. I don't know, and it doesn't even matter. I do know that my faith has only grown because of it (perhaps that's the reason in itself).
I felt compelled to share that with you. If you have any stories about how God has worked in your life I would really love to hear about it.
-Lee
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