My testimony,
I was 23 years old looking for answers in my life. I married my high school sweetheart and really had no clue what I was going to do with my life. My marriage fell apart and my life was a mess. After my divorce I looked to ways to fill my emptiness. One weekend I went with a friend to my aunt’s home in mid northern California. My aunt was kind and I had a great time the entire weekend. The next week I shared with my younger brother about the good time I had at Aunt Denise’s home the past weekend. I suggested to my brother I would go back in a week or so. He said he wanted to go too. So we left San Diego and went together. During our time there I went to a thrift store with my aunt and bought 4 old used books. One was called living between two worlds, another was The Art of thinking and one was simply called Mental Health. The fourth was a book along the same lines. It is clear I was searching for answers in my life. During that weekend my brother treated me very bad, so bad one night I stayed in my truck for hours because I didn’t want to stay in the house and be in a continuous painful situation. When we left I let my brother drive my truck. While on the way we stopped at a mini mart just before getting onto a highway that was long, dark and one lane each way. While at the mini mart I told my brother to get some water as I chose to wait in the truck. My brother went inside and a long white car pulled up next to me. There was an elderly couple in the car. I had the book called Mental Health in my lap. I said hi to the man in the driver’s seat, he said hi. I told them my brother went inside to get water (I don’t know why). I asked them “where are you going” he said “we are going to a mental health convention in san Diego. I was shocked, I said, “I am going to San Diego and I’ve been reading this mental health book”. I showed him the book that was in my lap. He didn’t seem impressed; the truth was I had not yet opened the book. Now my brother came out of the mini mart and got in the truck. I told my brother how these people were going to a mental health convention in San Diego. I thought it was amazing, here we are almost midnight in the middle of nowhere several hundred miles from San Diego and these people are going the same place as us and I had a mental health book in my lap. I looked over and they were gone. I thought I saw them back out in the corner of my eye while I was talking to my brother but I wasn’t sure. Sure enough they were gone. We started on our journey home; we got onto this dark lonely one lane each way highway. As we were driving I thought to open the mental health book and I began to read, it began by talking about Jesus Christ, I was struck, I told my brother that the book was talking about Jesus. My brother said in a stern voice, “put that book away I don’t want to hear about that”. Although I was sad that he wasn’t interested I put the book in the glove box. (When we were kids my brother would always tell my mom not to drive next to big diesel rig trucks, big fear of it). Right after I put the book away there was a big diesel rig truck in front of us, my brother hit the gas and went into the other lane (oncoming traffic) although it was midnight and nobody was on the road, we began to pass the truck, while we were passing the truck all the sudden there was another big rig truck coming right at us. My brother panicked, with nowhere to go he began to lose control of the truck, he pulled it from side to side, the truck was bouncing back and forth, with one truck on our right a narrow shoulder to the left and another coming straight for us, were all doing over 70 mph, at this point I thought we were going to die, it was then I reached my left hand and took the steering wheel and somehow we drove right between both trucks, never a horn honked, you could reach out and touch the trucks on both sides, there seemed to be no room for us yet we made it through. We immediately pulled to the side of the road, it was pitch dark, not a car in site. The trucks were gone; it was just my brother and I at the side of the road. I got out and felt a peace. There was a wire fence on the side of the road, I walked up to it and looked out across the land, although we were in darkness I could see the field across is was covered with tall grass and light shining in it although I didn’t see any light post. It was peaceful to me, I realized that god had saved our lives and that Jesus was with me. I got on my knees and accepted Jesus as my lord and savior. I begged my brother to come over and feel the peace, he never moved, stood outside the truck and didn’t move, said no he wasn’t coming. I stayed there a short while, got up and got back in the truck, and told my brother to go ahead and drive. This scripture comes to my mind every time I think of that night. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and staff they comfort me psalm 23.4
God didn’t just save my life that night, he changed it forever.
I was 23 years old looking for answers in my life. I married my high school sweetheart and really had no clue what I was going to do with my life. My marriage fell apart and my life was a mess. After my divorce I looked to ways to fill my emptiness. One weekend I went with a friend to my aunt’s home in mid northern California. My aunt was kind and I had a great time the entire weekend. The next week I shared with my younger brother about the good time I had at Aunt Denise’s home the past weekend. I suggested to my brother I would go back in a week or so. He said he wanted to go too. So we left San Diego and went together. During our time there I went to a thrift store with my aunt and bought 4 old used books. One was called living between two worlds, another was The Art of thinking and one was simply called Mental Health. The fourth was a book along the same lines. It is clear I was searching for answers in my life. During that weekend my brother treated me very bad, so bad one night I stayed in my truck for hours because I didn’t want to stay in the house and be in a continuous painful situation. When we left I let my brother drive my truck. While on the way we stopped at a mini mart just before getting onto a highway that was long, dark and one lane each way. While at the mini mart I told my brother to get some water as I chose to wait in the truck. My brother went inside and a long white car pulled up next to me. There was an elderly couple in the car. I had the book called Mental Health in my lap. I said hi to the man in the driver’s seat, he said hi. I told them my brother went inside to get water (I don’t know why). I asked them “where are you going” he said “we are going to a mental health convention in san Diego. I was shocked, I said, “I am going to San Diego and I’ve been reading this mental health book”. I showed him the book that was in my lap. He didn’t seem impressed; the truth was I had not yet opened the book. Now my brother came out of the mini mart and got in the truck. I told my brother how these people were going to a mental health convention in San Diego. I thought it was amazing, here we are almost midnight in the middle of nowhere several hundred miles from San Diego and these people are going the same place as us and I had a mental health book in my lap. I looked over and they were gone. I thought I saw them back out in the corner of my eye while I was talking to my brother but I wasn’t sure. Sure enough they were gone. We started on our journey home; we got onto this dark lonely one lane each way highway. As we were driving I thought to open the mental health book and I began to read, it began by talking about Jesus Christ, I was struck, I told my brother that the book was talking about Jesus. My brother said in a stern voice, “put that book away I don’t want to hear about that”. Although I was sad that he wasn’t interested I put the book in the glove box. (When we were kids my brother would always tell my mom not to drive next to big diesel rig trucks, big fear of it). Right after I put the book away there was a big diesel rig truck in front of us, my brother hit the gas and went into the other lane (oncoming traffic) although it was midnight and nobody was on the road, we began to pass the truck, while we were passing the truck all the sudden there was another big rig truck coming right at us. My brother panicked, with nowhere to go he began to lose control of the truck, he pulled it from side to side, the truck was bouncing back and forth, with one truck on our right a narrow shoulder to the left and another coming straight for us, were all doing over 70 mph, at this point I thought we were going to die, it was then I reached my left hand and took the steering wheel and somehow we drove right between both trucks, never a horn honked, you could reach out and touch the trucks on both sides, there seemed to be no room for us yet we made it through. We immediately pulled to the side of the road, it was pitch dark, not a car in site. The trucks were gone; it was just my brother and I at the side of the road. I got out and felt a peace. There was a wire fence on the side of the road, I walked up to it and looked out across the land, although we were in darkness I could see the field across is was covered with tall grass and light shining in it although I didn’t see any light post. It was peaceful to me, I realized that god had saved our lives and that Jesus was with me. I got on my knees and accepted Jesus as my lord and savior. I begged my brother to come over and feel the peace, he never moved, stood outside the truck and didn’t move, said no he wasn’t coming. I stayed there a short while, got up and got back in the truck, and told my brother to go ahead and drive. This scripture comes to my mind every time I think of that night. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and staff they comfort me psalm 23.4
God didn’t just save my life that night, he changed it forever.