Blessed to Be Alive
I am a positive person. I strive to see the best of people and situations. I lived for far too long as a victim of my own life. Yes, I continue to walk this journey out with God but some days are harder than others. If you were to talk to anyone who knows me they would probably tell you I am a encourager and someone who is optimistic. Trust me when I say this, it’s something I work at everyday. I make it a goal of mine to be proactive versus complaining all the time. My life has moved forward since I started to view things through the lens of God versus the lens of Jessica.
It was the first day of 6th grade. I can remember not feeling well and my mom picking me up from school. We were on our way to see my grandma I believe and that is when the Orkin (they kill bugs, that company) man drove through the stop sign. At the time, my mom drove a little Geo metro car. My side, the passenger side, went underneath of the bed of his truck.
“Mom am I dreaming?” A question I asked as I was in and out of consciousness.
Sirens, loud noises and the most uncomfortable feeling ever being on the stretcher in the ambulance ride. I remember hating to lay completely flat with my neck strapped in. Nauseousness swarmed throughout my entire being. I remember voices and people talking to me… again I passed out.
I woke again in the hospital bed. At that time I was still on the stretcher when I started to puke. Yes, on my stretcher with no nurses around. I can recall my mom yelling for a nurse because I could have easily choked on my own puke. I felt no pain. I don’t remember too much pain either. I remember my parents fighting and yelling about the accident and I remember how I felt when I looked in the mirror after it was all said and done.
Needless to say, I missed quite a few days of school that year due to half of my face being covered in first degree burns and also on my arm. When the air bag exploded it let off some kind of something that happen to also burn me.
When you are young like that you don’t really know what to expect. Looking back now all I can see is God protecting me. It just wasn’t my time yet. Weeks later, my face fully healed and to this day I do not have any scars from it. For a long time I had them on my arm which was a constant reminder of me being alive.
Almost every year after that, for a few years, I was in a accident that was not caused by us. How do you walk away from something like that and not feel blessed to be alive? How is it now, that I am older, can I recognize God’s mighty hand on me that day? Maturity, of course. Most importantly, I now recognize I have a purpose in this world and my purpose has yet to be fulfilled fully.
My close account to another “could have been dead” life event happened rather recently when I had company visiting in from town.
This is taken from my next eBook release coming out soon. You will find out about my most recent experience and more but I want to leave you with this…
Today I am not going to challenge you but TELL you to love every chance you get. To forgive whatever needs to be forgiven. Compliment more. Stop worrying about every stress of today and remember how precious you are to God. You are not forgotten. Are you living today as if it were your last? Sounds harsh, I know, but we truly have no idea when our last day is.