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Did It Make A Believer Of Him?

Mable — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 18:09:53 +0000

I received these pictures in one of those emails that goes around. The caption was “Reckon He Believes In God Now?”. This first picture looks innocent enough. The truck just went off the road and flipped a few times, right?

The guy was just having a very bad day, or so we thought until we saw this:

Folks, that’s a very long drop! Reckon an angel was holding him up?

P.S. If anyone knows the driver of this truck, please show him this site and ask him to contact me.

Didn’t Know He Was Dead

bax101 — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 21:24:05 +0000

Some 3 months ago my friend passed away due to a drunk driving crash in my New Hampshire hometown. I was unable to attend his funeral because I live in Oklahoma now. Two weeks later, I had a dream where I met this same friend at the local bar where we used to see each other a lot. In my dream, I apologized to him for not making it to his funeral. He laughed and told me he wasn’t dead. After that, I said to him, “You died in a car crash”. He then told me that now he understands why no one could hear him.

Weird Messages

stacbabe — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 00:27:41 +0000

I have experienced dreams and messages that seem to be warnings of some sort most of my life. One day a couple of months ago my husband and I were pulling out from a parking area, and I made him stop before pulling out. I felt this awful fear pass through me like I cannot explain. He asked me if I was alright; I looked both ways not seeing any cars and then replied, “Yeah, I’m fine”. I still felt weird…but let it go. The next day on the way to the ranch, we passed the same pull out spot and I became rigid. I finally asked him to slow down. I felt this uncontrollable urge to make him stop the truck, but I just kept making him slow down. When we got to our turn off, around the corner that is a 60 mph turn, there was a truck and trailer stalled right in the middle of the road where we could not see, and a car coming the opposite way between us. I started hyperventilating, while my husband slowly pulled off the road. We both realized that our lives had probably just been spared. If we had been going the speed limit, or any faster than 40mph, we would have slammed into the back of him. I began sobbing.

I felt like explaining this experience and the overwhelming feelings accompanying the day before and moments before to someone but don’t know anyone who would understand or for that matter believe me. My husband now asks me if I’m ok if I get really quiet or act uncomfortable when we are in the car. Is this common for some people?

A Strange Occurrence

Perils — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 23:56:08 +0000

On the particular morning the strange occurrence happened, the rain came down hard and the sky was unusually dark. Other than that, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I listened to my battery powered CD and drove a little over the speed limit. The road was extremely slick, but there was no need to worry about that because flying off the road was the furthest thought from my mind.

The music came to an abrupt stop as the high pitched sound of the battery dying drowned out the sound of the torrential rain. Annoyed, I decided to scan the radio. The sound of the obnoxious radio jockey forced me to select other stations. Nothing appealed to me. The cars in front of me were moving too slow, so I changed to the left lane. As I continued, my speed increased along with my annoyance. Cars whizzed past and blocked out my entire windshield with water. The scan function on my radio stopped and a very powerful voice came through. It was a preacher. My first instinct was to switch the station because I did not want to hear about God. However, this unknown preacher’s voice captivated my attention. Assurance and confidence spilled forth from this man’s words and he calmed my aggravation. Slowly, my speed decreased as his message about finding the light within people continued.

I went from 70 m.p.h. (the legal limit) to 50 m.p.h. on the highway. Soon, a maroon SUV raced past me and it was at least three cars away. I continued to listen to the preacher speak about specific Bible stories, the characters, and how it relates to the inner light we all have. Less than a minute later, the maroon SUV swerved out of control, spun 180 degrees, and landed in a ditch. The entire incident happened so quickly — it took a minute to switch my focus from the message on the radio to the world around me. Disbelief coursed through my mind. If I had been going the original speed of 70 m.p.h, I would have been close to that car and probably involved in the accident, but this preacher’s message forced me to slow down, probably saving my life.

I am not a fiercely religious person or fanatical about my beliefs, however I always knew there was a divine being guiding us. The message I heard came to me for a reason, as cheesy as it may sound, for us not to rush through life, but to listen to the little things that are important.So now, from time to time, instead of begrudging that I cannot listen to my music and I have to resort to the radio, I’ll listen to a divine message.

A Near Miss

Raven — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 00:34:31 +0000

I’ve been seeing this guy, not serious, just friends. One day about a month into the relationship, I felt this really strong need several times to pray for him. The first time I woke up in the middle of the night and knew I should pray for him. The next morning I felt the same urge. I wasn’t sure why, but I did. An hour or two later he called, and I told him how I’d been feeling the need to pray for him and urged him to be careful out there. Then about an hour later I had that urge again. Within 30 minutes he called again, and from his voice I could tell he was shaken. He said he was going through an intersection at about 55 mph when a woman with several children in the car ran a stop sign. He said he just closed his eyes and swerved toward the ditch, sure he would turn the truck over. He said he knew there would be no possible way not to hit her. But when it was all over and he opened his eyes, she was on the other side of the intersection, and so was he. He didn’t know how the occupants of the car weren’t dead. Somehow their lives had been spared.

He pulled over to stop shaking. It took about 10 minutes and finally he was able to call me. I was praying for him then and during the time of the almost accident. It would seem God orchestrated my prayer to prevent a tragedy and save lives.