Purpose

After a near death experience on October 15, 2011, I have been reflecting on the meaning of life and its purpose. I have been thanking God for sparing my life and my daughter's life and am now in the proactive mode of accomplishing the project God put on my heart five years ago. The mission and purpose were to share personal testimonies of believers and enlighten others to transformations that occured before and after their conversions. Being a perfectionist and procrastinator has its fair share of setbacks, but I am confident God will be faithful in working through these issues to prove his glory and effectiveness in the midst of all my hangups. He has proven his love time and time again, but this one experience inparticular has had even a bigger impact and penetrated to a deeper understanding of God's grace in a very short time. As I have been reflecting on my son's illness just a few short years ago, I am clearly reminded again of life's precious moments and how every single day is truly a gift from him and him alone. Life as a believer is abundant even in the deepest pit of suffering. This is a mystery that only God can reveal but sharing experiences with others can help people reach a glimpse of what he is able to accomplish through us if we are willing to share ourselves and his story of work in us. For years I have struggled with the title of this book due to the vulnerability of the personal testimonies. Part of the excuse of not writing (along with all of my insecurities) was the fact I didn't have a perfect title. These stories are God's abundant work and miraculous grace, therefore, it needed to be fitting with the stories. Well, leave it to God to give the perfect title in his timing. It will be called The White Line. Since it is only by God's grace we were saved, I find this incredibly fitting. The day of the accident, Lauren and I were sitting at a stoplight waiting for the red light to change so we could make a left turn. Heading northbound on the crossroad was a car going approximately 80 miles per hour that crashed into a light post and went airborne flipping 180 degrees right over us and landing directly in front of us by a few feet. He landed on the white line; the white line I didn't drive up to that particular day for some strange reason. We would have instantly been crushed but God spared both of us leaving my car with minimal damage and just a few dents along with some blood and gasoline. The driver of the other car was killed instantly and was practically unrecognizable to us. There had to be a fleet of angels shielding my entire car that day because his engine flew clear across the highway along with many other parts of his car. Therefore, since I am still here, it has become evident this project needs to come to fruition sooner than later. Please keep the project in your prayers!