God has blessed my life with many friendships. My closest friendships have come with two of my good buddies, Lucas Cuadra and Ted Bradley.
Two of the three of us could have been on the news this morning. We may not have been alive. You ready for a story? Here's how it all went down:
Ted had stayed at Lucas' place the night before Sunday church as his parents were just getting back from a get-away. That morning they had come to our all-church Sunday gathering in Milwaukie. He had some things he needed to pick up before heading home. So, after church, Ted and I drove over to the Cuadra's. They were kind enough to feed us and show much hospitality which was greatly appreciated. It was great. Ted made a phone call to his parents checking in, and Mr. Bradley told Ted that he could not go to an event that is always a highlight of our weeks: “re:Generation,” a young adults group that gets you pumped about the gospel so you’re contagious for the rest of the week. From my understanding, Ted’s parents needed to discuss some financial details as well as other things that had gone on the past week and that would need to change for the coming week. Of course Ted was bummed. And so was I. We wanted to go to re:Gen.
We decided it would be best if he got home sooner rather than later. We jumped in the truck (my dad's pickup which I drive) and headed off, this time to the Bradleys. As we got to the onramp to I-84, it was pouring rain from the Wood Village exit and we began our route to his abode. As we came ‘round the corner and became parallel to the freeway, I began to speed up. You're supposed to accelerate out of a turn, and you need to be going fast enough to get on the freeway.
Though we could see no significant amount of water on the road, all of the sudden control was lost in the vehicle. I could do nothing. All sound stopped. We could not hear rain, water splashing, the sound of a hydroplaning car... nothing. All we heard was the deafening sound of silence. I’ve never heard such a piercing silence. We began to slide, and slide, and slide. At this point we were literally turned sideways going between 35-40mph. Sideways. If I chose not to hit my brakes, we would run into the cement barrier. If I did, we would roll the vehicle.
I know some things about cars... don't over-correct etc. but this wasn't me. There was nothing I could have done to save us there... but God knew how to do so. In the blink of an eye the car was turned straight again. Of course we were freaked out and freaking out. As soon as we got to the Bradleys and told the horrific story of God’s divine intervention, Mr. Bradley prayed for us. He prayed that through this we would be shaped by God's molding work in our lives. We are as jars of clay in the Redeemers molding hands. I don’t know the whole reason of why God did that. Maybe it was Him telling us to have good attitudes. Maybe it was God telling us not to complain. Maybe it was God challenging us to live our lives according to a higher standard. Maybe it is all the above.
There was nothing I could have done. God saved us, and I think it was for a reason.
Few things in my life have rattled me as much as this experience. It scared the living daylights out of me. I value life. I am so grateful God has given me this day to spend bringing Him glory. I’m such a blessed individual, and as I look forward to the days ahead, I see great things at hand. God has a great plan for Ted’s life and for mine.
Never take life for granted. Life is precious in God’s eyes, and that should be the same for us. I am grateful to be alive and well today.
Thanks, God. Thanks for saving my life.