I have many memories of miracles in my life. God has been proving Himself in my recklessness forever! Of those many examples, the one that stands out for me is when I lived in Evansville and was teaching at St. John's in Newburg, IN.
I was late to work and speeding on a country road when my front tire hit a chuckhole throwing both front and back tires on the passenger side of the car off the road which then caused the whole car to veer off the right embankment right down into a deep ravine -- 10' or more down. All this happened in a split second and, still traveling at seventy miles per hour, in this time before seat belts, I was heading straight towards a solid concrete wall that had been poured beneath a driveway.
I knew I was dead, I could see no way out and I remember asking God to forgive my sins and feeling very sad because of how much my death would grieve my mother and sister. In those few seconds, I was at peace with my God, when, without any jerk or warning, my car rose out of the ravine and sailed above the concrete!! Though I had not moved the steering wheel or touched either gas peddle or break, my car was literally flying five or six feet up in the air over the top of that driveway.
I heard my own voice tell me to duck, to lean over, and even as I heard that in my mind I though, "I am gonna land really hard!" And I could see the top of my head hitting the roof of the car with sickening force, so I ducked way over and then I was landing on the other side of the concrete driveway, way down fifteen feet into the ravine on the other side. I landed so hard my back slammed into the roof of the car hard enough to knock the breath from me.
Then all was still. I was ten feet down in that ravine so narrow my car barely fit. The dirt and grass walls of the deep ditch less than a foot from either side of my car. I fit in there as neat as a loaf of bread in a shoebox! Except for sore muscles, (especially my back!) I was unhurt and the car was fine, too--though the tow truck like to never figure out how to get it out of the narrow, deep ditch.
The paramedics thought they would have to cut the top of the car off to get me out, but I told them I wasn't hurt, and wiggling sideways in the seat, I managed to shimmy out the driver's side window and they reached down under my arms and pulled me up to the edge of the road. I kept saying I was alright, but when I started to stand, my legs were pure rubber, so I just sat for awhile and waited, dissuading the paramedics from taking me away on a stretcher, watching as the tow truck guys and police marveled at the undamaged yellow Oldsmobile Cutless, and discussed how to extract it from it's earthen box . I remember telling them I managed to get it in there without a scratch, so could they get it out in the same shape, please?
People were shouting--those who were in cars following me, those who lived in the house whose driveway I had flown over--"Did you see that?? Did you see!?? It was a miracle!! God just picked up that car. I watched it!! God picked up her car right out of that ditch and placed it neatly on the other side of that cement wall!! Lady, are you saved??"
Yes, I thought to myself; yes I am.
