Just like everyone else, my Holy Spirit gives me messages from time to time to help me, protect me, show me the way I have been seeking in prayer or any number of other things I may need to know from God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. Always pay attention when you hear from God.
When I left Dallas to go to Indiana in May for a two month working visit I kept hearing to put my car title in the car. Immediately I began to argue with the Holy Spirit that no one leaves the title in the car in case it is stolen. I felt that would be a stupid thing to do. Over and over again, I kept hearing to “put the title in the car for this trip.” I prayed three times, asking for the Blood of Jesus to cover me and bring the truth to me. (If you doubt your message, pray once for the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. This clears your soul of any electronic signals you may receive from cell phones, electro-magnetic fields, power towers, etc. The very next thing you hear after that is from your Holy Spirit.)
Again I was told to pack the title. I did not ask anything further. I did not want to know if it was going to be bad. I amused myself with the thought, “maybe a new car is in my future”, and let it go.
The Saturday night before I was to leave on July 8, 2006, the Holy Spirit spoke to me and said to call my friend Gerrie Anne so we could go to church the next morning and light candles and pray. The message was repeated three times to me. I heard “You must not leave the state of Indiana without doing this.” It was so strong I called her and made those exact plans. I did not question this, thinking it was for highway safety and protection.
I left there feeling good about the visit, the prayers and the candles that I knew would be “holding place” for me there in St. Charles Catholic church in Peru while I drove to Dallas. Ten hours later I was in Benton, Arkansas, within sight of the motel where I was going to spend the night. I had been up all day Saturday, had packed my things into my little Kia Sportage all night long, gone to visit my friend Sunday morning, and then driven until midnight that night. The last thing I can remember was seeing the exit sign for my motel. The next thing I heard was the sound of a loud crash. My car had hit the right tail light of the back end of a milk transport truck, spun around three times in a circle according to witnesses, then slammed with the passenger side into the concrete barrier, going backwards down the highway for two blocks distance, left the barrier, turned over on the passenger side and slid sideways across the highway through oncoming traffic to the right shoulder of the road.
I had no control as I slid but I could hear people yelling at me to “watch out” and “get out of the way.” I could do nothing to stop the car. The entire time this was happening, I could feel giant arms holding me into my seat and a voice telling me “Hold on. This will stop in a minute. You will be fine.”
I was not afraid. There wasn’t time. The car came to a stop, still on its side. I remember thinking, “Now I’ll have to pay for two wreckers to set the car upright so it can be towed away.” After about fifteen seconds, there was suddenly something underneath that lifted the car up in the air and set it upright on its wheels. That part was just mind-blowing.
I got out of the car immediately and five other drivers were all running toward me at once. None of them could believe I was alive. Each one was telling me how the car spun round and round missing other cars and Semi transport trucks. The milk truck driver came running back to where I was and said “Lady you should be dead now. I could not believe what happened to you when you hit my truck. You are lucky I am carrying milk and not gasoline.” No one could believe it, certainly not me.
As I looked at my car I could see that the front window on the passenger side had blown out when I hit the concrete barrier. In a state of shock, I began to look for my purse and drivers license, realizing that it was not in the car. I looked back down the road and saw my things strewn all over the highway. I ran back to where I had hit the wall and saw another miracle waiting for me.
There safely beside the barrier was my purse, sitting right side up, zipped up with all the contents inside, and just waiting for me. Even more bizarre, a small picture of Father Peter Mary Rookey, a Catholic Holy Spirit Healing priest was laying just inches from my purse. On the back of it was “The Miracle Prayer” he shares with all. I always keep small pictures of Jesus, Mary and Father Rookey right over the rearview mirror to remind me to pray and for the blessings of protection as I travel, like some wear a St. Christopher metal.
Some of you will remember a story a few years ago I wrote of taking my precious mother-in-law and sister-in-law, both with cancers, to Alexandria, La. to have Father Rookey pray for their healings. My mother-in-law got three more cancer-free years of life and my sister-in-law is still alive eleven years later. I KNOW God gives this man power to heal as I have experienced it for myself many times. Because I believe God works tremendous miracles through Father Rookey, I always keep his picture with the Holy family, right there where I can see them. On the back of his picture is The Miracle Prayer he encourages all to say each day.
THE MIRACLE PRAYER
Lord Jesus, I come before You just as I am. I am sorry for my sins, I repent of my sins, please forgive me. In Your Name I forgive all others for what they have done against me. I renounce Satan, the evil spirits and all their works. I give You my entire self, Lord Jesus, now and forever. I invite you into my life, Jesus. I accept You as my Lord, God, and Savior. Heal me, change me, strengthen me in body, soul and spirit. Come, Lord Jesus, cover me with Your Precious Blood, and fill me with Your Holy Spirit. I Love You, Lord Jesus. I Praise You, Jesus. I Thank You, Jesus. I shall follow You every day of my life. Amen Mary, my Mother, Queen of Peace. St. Peregrine, the Cancer Saint, all you Angels and Saints, please help me. Amen.
As I looked at my purse and Father Rookey “standing guard” over it I realized that both had been sucked out of the broken window and blown against the concrete barrier when I spun around and hit it, and were right there, likely guarded by angels, waiting for me. What a blessing! It was another mind-blowing miracle!
I suddenly realized that my clothes and many other things were scattered all over three lanes of the Interstate. Trucks and cars were honking their horns at me as they continued to speed down the road. I instantly wished I had a trash bag to put my stuff into. I felt something wrapped around my leg. When I looked down, lying right there was a brand new trash bag and I did the only thing I knew to do. I grabbed the trash bag and darted back and forth as safely as possible trying to save what I could, out of the path of the oncoming traffic.
I didn’t look at any of it until the next morning in the motel. When I pulled my clothing out, I was in shock all over again. As I looked at each piece of clothing, every single one had black truck tire prints either across it or cuts and tears where they had been run over. Everything was covered with broken glass.
This is strictly a chick thing, ladies, but you have not lived until you hold your bra up in the air and look at the holes torn in it by huge tires and realize that if you had been wearing it, you would be dead now. By the Holy Spirit power of God, I had been saved, even if my clothes had been killed. It was a huge miracle to see what God had done for me.
I am not recommending anyone do this. Grabbing anything out of the highway is dangerous. I know now I was in shock and just did what I felt like I had to do.
For weeks I kept having nightmare flashbacks of the Semi trucks, the lights flashing, the horns honking and the cars about to kill me. Waking up from a sound sleep, feeling like I was about to be killed was very terrifying. I was so glad when all of that stopped.
