On June 7th, 2000 I was involved in a pretty bad motorcycle
accident. I broke both of my feet, broke my right collarbone, separated
my left shoulder from my arm and shattered the left side of my pelvis.
By God's grace the doctors were able to piece me back together and after
some time in the hospital I was back home. I was wheelchair bound for
awhile but now am making a full recovery.
God has given me many great people in my life through this accident.
He had carried me most of the time. Some may say..."How can you still
worship a God that would allow you to go through so much pain?" Well,
I'm going to tell you a story.
When you were young and your father was teaching you to ride your bike
for the first time and you fell off and hurt yourself, did you get mad
at him? Of course you didn't. He didn't push you down and you know the
furthest thing from his mind was to cause you to get hurt.
Well, God's allot like that. He steers you through life.
Sometimes you fall and hurt yourself physically and spiritually. But
He is there, to help lift you up. He will hold you and comfort you in
those times. Just like your dad did when you fell off that bike. Am
I mad at God for what happened? NO! I am grateful. Grateful that I have
a Father that will pick me up and comfort me in my time of need.