So, last night I was at the best birthday party I've been to in awhile. It was an 18th surprise party, and I was one of the devious minds behind it (which was great because his family just kinda let me scheme).
It was truly amazing. I even discovered that I no longer totally stink at volleyball. Now I only stink a little. I even got a little loud and obnoxious (some people bring out that quality in me- especially when they pull down the streamers I just put up moments before the birthday boy arrives).
I also discovered that I'm not a totally wimp. This is because when I almost died I laughed hysterically instead if crying... Don't ask me why because I have no idea.
Sure I was terrified, but the whole situation just struck me as funny.
Here's what happened.
We were playing manhunt (a game every good party must have), and it was our turn to hide. I tried hiding on top if a roof before I realized not only was this cheating but it was also dangerous.
I scrambled quickly over to a truck and looked in the back. It was filled with tools and plastic water pipes. I had about 15 seconds left to hide, so I did what seemed the logical thing at the time.
A lowered myself to the ground and scooted under the truck little by little, hoping there were no bugs...
As soon as I was in place I sent a quick message to one of my friends that said something like,
"Find me quickly so the bugs don't first".
Suddenly I heard footsteps coming around the side of the car. I saw a pair of feet pause by the drivers door, and I thought for sure I was caught. Instead of looking at me however, the person opened the door. I figured it was one of my friends playin around with me. I said,
"Don't you dare-"
Suddenly the engine started and the car started moving.
I don't remember much what was going through my head at this point.
The only thing I much remember was getting a slight scratch on my elbow, and then somehow I was standing up looking through the drivers window at the terrified face of the birthday boy's father.
I think he was more terrified than I was.
I could end this by saying how right then the birthday star walked up, made sure I was okay, and tagged me out anyway.
I could also end by saying that my mom knows NONE of this yet and I want to be the one to tell her... *hint hint*
But I don't see how I could have gotten out of that situation by myself. I mean, it took me so long just to get under there, and it didn't even take a millisecond for me to get back on my feet.
I don't see this as a coincidence, I see it as a miracle.
There's no way I should have come out of that uninjured. I don't know if I should even be alive.
But I am.
I've come to this conclusion.
Jesus is looking out for me, and has been for a long time.
He has something great planned for my life... I just don't know what yet.
Today I'd like to encourage you. If you're alive and breathing, there's a reason.
There's a reason for your life.
Nothing is meaningless unless you make it that way.
You are loved, and God has something amazing planned for your life.