i almost died Thursday night, i'm not joking about this ether. i was going to bed and climbing up my stairs (bunk bed) when my hand slipped from the handle at the top. immediately a force that was not my own pushed my hand back on it until i had a firm grip, climbing onto my bed i looked behind me to see what i would have fallen on if God hadn't placed my hand back preventing me from falling. looking i saw the narrow space between my bed and my hard wood desk, looking at it there was no doubt in my mind that if i had fallen i would have hit my head on the desk and split my skull in two along with breaking my neck instantaneously killing me. the first thought that came into my mind was 'thank you God for not allowing me to die, yet.' the second thought that came to mind was not from my own knowledge but from God, he's not done with me yet. i still have a purpose and until that purpose is full fill i will not perish. this both put me at ease and on edge at the things to come, i knew his plans were great, but am i going to play a big part in them? this really ties in with the other message that you may have read about about how 'why me?' is a lie. i was made for something, and i will not be destroyed until i do my part and play the role i was created for. keep this in mind next time you have a close call, or every minute of every day. i bet i almost died alot today, but this one time was the one i really knew i was about to die in. so, how many times has God told you he's not through with you yet? how many times has he saved your life, a life you didn't even deserve to have in the first place?
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