Our Lives Are In His Hands

In 1954 at the age of 19, my father was pronounced dead while lying on the tarmac at naval base in North Carolina. While racing to a fire, a driver error on the back of the fire engine sent three men flying off the truck. Two men hit the pavement and were thrown clear. My dad hit the pavement and flew the other direction... right in front of the truck. The driver frantically tried to stop but slammed into my dad instead and came to rest on him.

A crushed pelvis, back broken in three places, multiple head injuries along with other internal injuries occurred. According to the U.S. navy, he died that day except... God said otherwise. I must tell you I am very glad God said otherwise for two very important reasons. The first and foremost reason is that my dad did not begin his walk with God until September 26, 1977 which was 23 years later. He passed away after a two year battle with cancer, three weeks later. The other reason is, I would not be sitting here writing this blog right now for you see, I wasn't born until six years later in 1960. Truly my life is in HIS hands... and so is yours.


K :princess:

Benjamin Foulks @galahad ·

Wow (oh, I have to say that 9 more times)