Welcome to my Series "Gracefully Broken". In this Series I will be telling My Story. You are on Part One, "I Surrender...". Each part will be posted a week apart! Please enjoy and open your ears and hearts to what God is telling you through this! Enjoy!
A lot has happened this past Summer. Most of you know the whole story, but most only know part. I have decided to tell the full story. I have learned this summer to embrace everything and not be ashamed of anything in my life. My best friend has kept reminding me that this is all apart of my story, and that is who I am. So actually this story starts at the end of the school year.
As most know I am 16 so I have my license and had been driving for a while. Well one day after CSA I was driving down the bypass in Marion. For a second I was distracted by people going crazy on the side of the road and the next thing I knew I was barreling through the intersection and into a truck. Thank the lord no one was hurt at all, but I had never been so scared and ashamed. My parents and I were shocked because this was not like me. I was a responsible driver, but somehow I let my distraction get me.
Fast forward a month, my car was fixed and I was back on the road extra cautious but confident I was ready. I had been back driving for a while now and one night I was on my own as my parents were out of town. After my cousins baseball game I decided to follow my grandparents to Converse to get ice cream. I lost control I look to the road, just out of Sweetser now, and my car had started going into the gravel. I swerved, not too much, to get back on the road and feel in control again for a split second before my car goes crazy. I am still not sure what happened except for the fact I ended up swerving back and forth across the road, down into the ditch and back out multiple times, never crossing the centerline, until I go into the ditch, my car starts to spin and I end up with my drivers door, window open, slammed into a telephone pole. I look to my left and see the pole a foot and a half away from my head. I just sat there screaming, crying, and terrified. How had this happened again? Well, all my windows were down and, yet again, distracted by a blanket blowing in the back seat, I reached back, eyes on the road, and tried to stop it. This small act of distraction shifted the wheel off. Somehow at some point both tires on one side popped and the car then lost control. I had never felt like such an irresponsible person. This wasn't me, but yet again God protected me. Although my car is totaled and I have not driven in a while, I myself am alive and well, and I am thankful for that.
Right away I knew God was using that event to open my eyes and draw my heart back to him. I had been not as strong in my faith for a while, and I needed a wake up call, and that's exactly what I got. Little did I know these two terrifying events would open my eyes to more than just God. My life would change, and I would discover major new things about myself.
To Be Continued in Part 2 "...All to Jesus" next week
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