It was an early start for me one morning, about ten years ago…
“Wake up Grace or you will miss the first bus.”
My mother’s cheerful voice cut clear across my sleepy mind, waking me up immediately.
My mother never ceases to amaze me; she wakes up by 4am in the morning, says her prayers then puts on early morning worship on her small radio; not just for herself but for all to hear. Her ways are very infectious.
This morning I have to catch the early morning bus, back to Kampala with my son Noel.
“Every thing is packed Mama, and its still early” I spoke, still covered
“No its not, get ready or you’ll miss the bus…
Getting in the bus, I found a comfortable seat, for Noel and myself.
As the bus set off, I uttered a short quiet prayer, covering ourselves in the blood of Jesus; asking God for Journey mercies.
We had travelled for about 15minutes, when I felt the driver was over speeding. I could not see the speedometer, but there are times when you just know things.
“This over speeding is not good” I turned to the neighbour on my left.
“The first bus is always fast, they want to reach Kampala before 10am.” My neighbour replied.
I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.
I raised myself and tried to see the front view:
There was another bus in front of us, it swung to the left to allow us overtake.
This is crazy, with all the potholes we really need to slow down.
Before I could come up with what to do,
Some thing was happening,
We were side by side with the bus that was in front of us. It had swerved back to the middle of the road to avoid an animal, which was crossing forcing us off the road.
I held onto the chair rail and to my baby.
There were no seat belts on the bus.
The bus lost control and was climbing the edge of the road, which was quite high.
Every thing was happening so fast.
I got a word flash,
“And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.”Ps 50:15
The only one word that came out of my mouth was my saviour’s name,
“Jesus” I screamed with the whole of my being, my voice chorusing with the many voices raised. I do not know what they said, but my one call to Jesus was enough for me, and there wasn’t time for anything else.
The bus rose up the embankment sort of, and tipped over, overturning across the road and landing on the left side in the bushes!
I was in shock.
I held my baby real close and tightly, not letting go.
All around me was broken glass and blood,
Some one was pulling my boy away from me,
“No, no, don’t take my baby away from me,” I cried
“Come with me, I will lead you out side,” the man had come to help me and his face showed concern as I looked at him and gave him the baby.
“Come with me, I will lead you outside” he said again, thinking I did not hear him the first time.
As he led us towards the emergency door,
Another word flash came through,
“…Though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me…”Ps 23:4
As I climbed out, I looked at myself in amazement, I did not have a wound or scratch, nor did my son.
Though it was a terrible accident and people were hurt and wounded, nobody died.
Lord there is great power in your blood, and in your Name.
We got a lift from a passing Good Samaritan who took us to a clinic for check up, back in Lira.
We waited for the next day to make a fresh start …
Our life is like my journey,
“Accidents” can occur to turn over our lives and harm us, but when we put ourselves in His hands, He protects us and gives us a new start.
He is a saviour in time of trouble, Jer14:8
A present help in trouble, Ps 46:1
Blessed be the Name of the Lord.
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