When God Has Other Plans
Four years ago I was in a relationship with a man I was sure I would marry and spend the rest of my life with. We were inseparable. We worked together, we lived together, we partied together, and WE SINNED TOGETHER.
Looking back at the relationship now, I can see that we brought out the worst in each other. I picked up his bad habits and he picked up mine. Smoking, drugs, wild sex, and parties were the norm and almost an everyday thing in our household.
In 2014, I was in a really bad car accident. While I spent 3 days in a coma, doctors had told my family to start preparing for my funeral. I was bleeding internally and they couldn’t find the source or cause of the bleeding. Eventually they did. Then they were told that I was expected to live, but I would most likely never walk again.
I have never been a very religious person, but I had a childhood friend who was. We often would clash and go years without speaking to each other because our lifestyles clashed. When she came to visit me in the hospital, she held my hand and prayed for me. She even brought me a gift… a Bible.
I had never owned a bible until then. She would also send me articles from The Praying Woman to read. I began to read my Bible everyday. Not a day went by that I didn’t read it or have someone else read it to me. I even began to pray…praying day and night, night and day to God. I prayed for healing, for forgiveness of my sins, and I asked Him to use me and the accident for His glory.