It has taken me a long time to get "acquainted" with my episodes of deja vue that come out of nowhere. It really is mind boggling how it happens. There always seems to be a lesson attached. There have been times in my life I ignored the instinct, gut feeling or "vision of what would be". Blowing it off because it happens quite frequently. So, needless to say, there were times I did not pay attention. There have been major life lessons stumbled through and over because I did not learn right then and use the moment to make a change. Instead, things went on playing out another way, with less than desirable results. If I had just paid attention….but, you know what they say about hindsight.
Today, I was in a trance driving 70 mph southbound on I-35. I was thinking of things I needed to do when I got home, the Pre-K field trip I just left at the museum, what I was going to make for supper... deep in thought. Then I got a glance. Not even sure how. Did I turn my head? Did I see it in the rear view mirror? Did I just "see it" in my mind? Where did he come from? I should have been paying attention….OMG!!!! WHERE DID HE COME FROM?
A guy on a motorcycle, southbound too….but wait...I'm side by side traveling next to another car. In a trilla-gilla-millasecond, I realize, this person is driving his motorcycle between our cars...right down the center of the highway on the dotted white line at about 80 mph at the least. I see his purple backpack and every little detail on it. His green pants. His sparkles on his helmet and the skull and crossbones sticker on the back of his seat. I got all that in a flash.
I wanted to reach out and grab him by the arm and tell him to STOP what I see he is about to do next...which is, continue on down the highway like he just did next to me, like Mission Impossible, down the white line in between the cars in front of me….and that is what he did.
Then here comes the "vision": He is going to get up there in another mile, try to take that exit by going on the right of that 18 wheeler before he gets to the exit and when he hits that far right white line...right before the exit starts to angle off….his back tire is going to do a little wiggle, fishtail kind of thing…
Really, what am I going to do? I can't stop him and tell him what's coming if he doesn't stop or change his mind on what he is thinking about doing cause I'm pretty sure I know!
Then it plays out. There he goes. Speeding up. Merging right. Here comes the exit. Big truck on his left and white line on his right. Please, please, please….don't do it! He does. The back tire does the fishy thing and I wince waiting for what is next.
God's hand was on that fool's purple backpack. The fish tail, back tire wiggle came and went and how that guy did not wipe out right there and smear his brains all over that highway is beyond me.
Doesn't he realize he could have been killed? Does he realize how he would have changed MY life forever if I had seen him kill himself? Then I thought, what if this guy is OK with dying? Living like today is his last day. Experiencing thrills, excitement, breaking some rules and living on the edge of disaster every chance he gets. He's obviously not too concerned or else he wouldn't have driven his crotch rocket that way. More power to him if this is the way he feels, but jeez, don't get me involved!
A long time ago, I decided these visions were quirky, which I will be the first to say, it's weird. After a few of these learning lessons for me, I FINALLY came to the conclusion….What if it's God pointing something out to me so I can REALLY SEE...whispering in my ear, "Hey, wake up. Are you paying attention here?"
I believe that is what happened today. My 4 year old was asleep in the backseat. I was in a trance concerned about other things and not thinking of driving like I should have been and out of nowhere, here comes a flying purple backpack. Did God have my full attention at that moment? You bet He did, because I instantly began to pray for Backpack's poor reckless soul right then and there as I saw him merge closer to that white line. It certainly snapped me out of my trance and I was paying attention the rest of the way home.
What was avoided as a result of me being made aware of my surroundings? Today, a guy I've never met got a super charged immediate prayer to God especially for him. Maybe that's what it was all about. I certainly thought about what could have happened, but what I can't help but wonder is this. When Backpack's motorcycle did the wiggle fishtail thing...maybe, just maybe...God was pointing that situation out to Backpack so he could REALLY SEE? Whispering in his ear too, "Hey, wake up. Are you paying attention here?"
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