If you read yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, you'll know that I am thankful to God, even for the trials in my life.
It's not a case that I like those trials, for the fact is, I am only human. Not only do I not like having life's trials, but I truly don't know anyone else, who does! Especially, when going through the midst of the trial.
Let's face it, life hurts.
You've heard me recall that fateful day when my life changed, forever. That day, when I felt like I died and someone else, an unknown person to me, a stranger, took over my body and mind.
It happened at 3:45 p.m.
September 30th, 1980.
The day of the bus collision that changed not only my life, but the lives of every member of my family.
The day that has never been erased from my memory.
The day that has been replayed over and over in my mind.
The day that ripped my heart out.
The trial that I still suffer from, daily. Physically, emotionally, and even financially.
The day that began a series of events that devastated my life and the lives of some I love.
The day that God gave me a miracle, concerning my youngest daughter.
The day that God gave both my daughter, my family and myself a true testimony to his goodness.
The day that God gave a miracle that saved the lives of a busload of children, who were not injured or killed, because the collision with my bus slowed down the truck and by a few inches, allowed their bus to exit the intersection, without being struck. A miracle that some of those children's parents don't even realize they received.
The day that led me to find out much later, that I needed to forgive the person who drove the truck that hit me.
Until next time...
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