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"My Ways Are Much Higher!"

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Floating, flying, careening over the ice as gracefully as a beautiful skater, my car of its own volition sped to its destination. Unable to interfere, I gasped as my destination was the same place and the quick knowledge that this out-of-control situation was completely and utterly out of my hands grabbed my heart. A voice crying out came from somewhere within my hearing broke the stillness of the cold, icy calm morning. Lo and behold, it was my own voice giving way to fear as the certainty of a terrible stop to our graceful slide revealed itself in the form of a telephone pole. The dance was ended and the shock of its end left me near hysteria. Somehow I had the presence of mind to call 911 and my father who lived only a few hundred yards away.

Pain grabbed my breath and blood from seemingly nowhere covered my scarf and hand. Slowly I began to realize that I could have been killed, but was not. A neighbor and his dog watched the frenzy and asked if I was okay. Okay? How does one answer that? No, I wasn’t alright. I was in pain; I was scared; I was pinned; I couldn’t move my leg. No, I wasn’t okay, but I was alive! Somehow, I don’t think under normal physics, I would have been, but I was living, breathing, speaking, and for the moment that was all that mattered.

The police, firemen and ambulance arrived shortly after my father. Seeing the anguish in my father’s face told me just how frightening the situation appeared. Firemen grabbed him as he attempted to pull the car door off the pole to try to reach me. Electric wires dipped low over the scene, but in my father’s helplessness he felt he had to do something. Eventually, someone came to assess my condition and finding me alert, responsive and, although crying uncontrollably, stable, they agreed to pursue the longer procedure of cutting off the car doors and they removed me through what had been the back door. I didn’t look back. I didn’t see what was left of my car. I left the scene to my now rational and capable father.

Being in a tremendous amount of pain changes a person. The inner aches and sharp reminders can devour your thoughts, alter your mood and leave you incapacitated. Self-pity can easily become your new persona. Physical pain produces endurance. Accepting help humbles a person. Admitting need can be extremely humbling.

Understanding that, although I do not know why this has come into my life at this particularly poor time, here it is and God is still on the throne regardless of my turmoil. Endurance comes from believing that God can allow difficult and painful things in our lives for a reason that we may never understand. Enduring with a faith that knows God can bring good from bad and that He never leaves us or forsakes us and that He has a plan for my life. Circumstances may not be pleasant, but that does not mean that God has forgotten me. It does not mean that God turned His head and Satan got one up on him. It does not mean that I am being punished. These serious problems are all the more reason for me to lean on God, to trust Him, and to praise Him as the one who is able to really take care of me.

How can one be praising God yet full of undeserving pain? How can one be thankful, but also sorrowful? How can seemingly unfair circumstances not shake our faith? It is the paradox of being a believer, a child of God. We rejoice at the casket of a dear loved one, not that we no longer have access to them, but that they now have access to God! God speaks to us through Isaiah 55:8-9, For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

I do not have any clue why in a time of financial distress, a person who has never had an accident, totals their car. I cannot conceive why a person who is in chronic pain has pain multiplied by being smashed into a telephone pole. In my human thinking I cannot perceive any good coming from the entire situation, but that in itself is the key! I must not look at this from a human standpoint. God has ways and thoughts that I cannot possibly understand, that will never make sense on a human level. Eph, 6:24, “Therefore, having done all, stand!” Stand on faith. Stand on the promises of Scripture. Stand on the finished work of the cross. Stand on the sweet past experiences of God’s deliverance, blessing and care. When you are full of thankfulness, there is no room for self-pity. When you stand firm in the word of God, the little whispering selfish thoughts depart.

God has saved me through Jesus’ work on the cross. He loves me. He forgives me. He walks with me. Jesus suffered unbelievable pain, betrayal, financial lack - all the things I may suffer in much higher levels than me. It is a comfort to know that we have a Savior who completely empathizes. He knows our pains and problems. He does care and will comfort. He’s always been there beside me. He was there as my car danced from the road. He was with me in my shock and pain. He knows I am but dust and I know He never fails. What a perfect relationship! How thankful I am for the time to sit and reflect upon that!

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<h1>"My Ways Are Much Higher!"</h1><br />by jkhbraveheart<br />Floating, flying, careening over the ice as gracefully as a beautiful skater, my car of its own volition sped to its destination. Unable to interfere, I gasped as my destination was the same place and the quick knowledge that this out-of-control situation was completely and utterly out of my hands grabbed my heart. A voice crying out came from somewhere within my hearing broke the stillness of the cold, icy calm morning. Lo and behold, it was my own voice giving way to fear as the certainty of a terrible stop to our graceful slide revealed itself in the form of a telephone pole. The dance was ended and the shock of its end left me near hysteria. Somehow I had the presence of mind to call 911 and my father who lived only a few hundred yards away.<br /><br />Pain grabbed my breath and blood from seemingly nowhere covered my scarf and hand. Slowly I began to realize that I could have been killed, but was not. A neighbor and his dog watched the frenzy and asked if I was okay. Okay? How does one answer that? No, I wasn’t alright. I was in pain; I was scared; I was pinned; I couldn’t move my leg. No, I wasn’t okay, but I was alive! Somehow, I don’t think under normal physics, I would have been, but I was living, breathing, speaking, and for the moment that was all that mattered.<br /><br />The police, firemen and ambulance arrived shortly after my father. Seeing the anguish in my father’s face told me just how frightening the situation appeared. Firemen grabbed him as he attempted to pull the car door off the pole to try to reach me. Electric wires dipped low over the scene, but in my father’s helplessness he felt he had to do something. Eventually, someone came to assess my condition and finding me alert, responsive and, although crying uncontrollably, stable, they agreed to pursue the longer procedure of cutting off the car doors and they removed me through what had been the back door. I didn’t look back. I didn’t see what was left of my car. I left the scene to my now rational and capable father.<br /><br />Being in a tremendous amount of pain changes a person. The inner aches and sharp reminders can devour your thoughts, alter your mood and leave you incapacitated. Self-pity can easily become your new persona. Physical pain produces endurance. Accepting help humbles a person. Admitting need can be extremely humbling.<br /><br />Understanding that, although I do not know why this has come into my life at this particularly poor time, here it is and God is still on the throne regardless of my turmoil. Endurance comes from believing that God can allow difficult and painful things in our lives for a reason that we may never understand. Enduring with a faith that knows God can bring good from bad and that He never leaves us or forsakes us and that He has a plan for my life. Circumstances may not be pleasant, but that does not mean that God has forgotten me. It does not mean that God turned His head and Satan got one up on him. It does not mean that I am being punished. These serious problems are all the more reason for me to lean on God, to trust Him, and to praise Him as the one who is able to really take care of me.<br /><br />How can one be praising God yet full of undeserving pain? How can one be thankful, but also sorrowful? How can seemingly unfair circumstances not shake our faith? It is the paradox of being a believer, a child of God. We rejoice at the casket of a dear loved one, not that we no longer have access to them, but that they now have access to God! God speaks to us through Isaiah 55:8-9, For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”<br /><br />I do not have any clue why in a time of financial distress, a person who has never had an accident, totals their car. I cannot conceive why a person who is in chronic pain has pain multiplied by being smashed into a telephone pole. In my human thinking I cannot perceive any good coming from the entire situation, but that in itself is the key! I must not look at this from a human standpoint. God has ways and thoughts that I cannot possibly understand, that will never make sense on a human level. Eph, 6:24, “Therefore, having done all, stand!” Stand on faith. Stand on the promises of Scripture. Stand on the finished work of the cross. Stand on the sweet past experiences of God’s deliverance, blessing and care. When you are full of thankfulness, there is no room for self-pity. When you stand firm in the word of God, the little whispering selfish thoughts depart.<br /><br />God has saved me through Jesus’ work on the cross. He loves me. He forgives me. He walks with me. Jesus suffered unbelievable pain, betrayal, financial lack - all the things I may suffer in much higher levels than me. It is a comfort to know that we have a Savior who completely empathizes. He knows our pains and problems. He does care and will comfort. He’s always been there beside me. He was there as my car danced from the road. He was with me in my shock and pain. He knows I am but dust and I know He never fails. What a perfect relationship! How thankful I am for the time to sit and reflect upon that!<br /><br /><br /><br /><h2>About the Author</h2><p>Dawn Wilson Life Style Mentor and Successful Entrepreneur, is helping many become the next success story. 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