I was recently in a car wreck with my sister. My hands got cut up and I cried for days. Every time I am in a car I freak when we go fast around other cars. I'm so afraid when we stop and their is another car in front of us. I can't take it most of the time I end up crying because the fear is too big. I'm not afraid of cars or driving, just of wrecking. The fear is terrifying there is not a day that goes by that I do not replay the wreck in my head. I wish I could forget, I wish I could move on, I wish it never happened.
But maybe it's more than that. Maybe it happened for a reason. A reason behind my knowledge. Why? I don't know yet. But I know the only way I will ever overcome is by the grace of God. His healing touch.
Sometimes it takes a painful experience to make us change out ways~Proverbs 20:30
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