My name is Katie.
I asked Jesus into my heart when I was in a preschool class at church. My understanding of the Lord grew year after year as I attended Sunday School, children’s church, Wednesday night girls clubs, and eventually youth groups, small groups, and Sunday morning worship services. Growing up in a Christian home gave me a tremendous foundation for me to build my own faith upon. I consider that a great blessing.
When I started college, I began to look back over the events of my life — really looking to see God’s hand in it all. I knew God was very much present in my life because I regularly asked Him to be in control, to guide me as I made decisions, and to hold me close to Him. But my heart’s desire was to actually pin-point specific instances where I saw God’s hand at work in my life.
At the beginning of my sophomore year of college I was the backseat passenger in a horrible car accident. The driver of our car lost control. The car left the road and rolled three times before settling in the ditch. Our other passenger pulled me out of the backseat and we laid in the grass while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.
I have no memory of the actual accident. The minute I knew the car was veering off the road, I closed my eyes and when I woke up, my friend was opening the door to my side of the car. I had to keep my eyes closed for the next few hours because I had debris in my right eye. God had spared me. And not just my life. Because I lost consciousness when we veered off the road, I never had to replay the moment of the accident over and over again in my head. I never had the sensation of the car rolling out of control. Because I couldn’t see immediately after the accident, I never had to deal with the images of the crushed car we survived in.
I was in the hospital for five days following that accident with a torn spleen, two pelvic fractures, and badly beaten up right side of the face. My right eye was completely blood shot for three months and the swelling and bruising along the right side of my face took weeks to heal. My mom refused to let me see myself in a mirror for the first several days because she was worried about how I would react to my battered reflection.
I did nothing to deserve that. I hadn’t been in a streak of rebellion where God needed to get my attention. I hadn’t been wreckless. I hadn’t even been the one driving. But the prayer that I had been saying for the past year had been answered. I could see God’s hand in it all.
Blessing after blessing began to happen in the months and years following the accident, too lengthy to put in this testimony for now. The greatest blessing was meeting the man who I would one day marry. My Art History class prayed for me each day that I was absent. I was just another nameless classmate until the accident drew the attention of my class, and a certain young man in that class named Nick. We started dating the next semester and were engaged 10 months later. We have now been married for 5 1/2 years and we have a son who is almost 10 months old.
For someone who has been a Christian for as long as she can remember, I’ve come to realize that what brings me joy now is rediscovering God over and over again. I rediscovered God during my recovery from that car accident when He healed me from my injuries so quickly that it stunned my doctors. I rediscovered God when He mended my relationship with my dear friend who had been driving the car. And I rediscovered God when He showed me the truth behind Romans 8:28, “We know that for those who love God all things work together for good” (ESV).
In this past year, I rediscovered God when my son was born and I would just sit and hold him while I cried because I was so consumed with love for this little life. And so consumed with how much God loves me. I rediscovered God when my husband got a job in his field after over a year of being on the hunt and was overwhelmed by His provision for us in that long season of waiting. I rediscovered God when my husband and I transitioned into a position of leadership and I was humbled as we sought wisdom, courage, and compassion from the ultimate leader, Father God.
Lamentations 3:22,23 has been woven throughout my entire life. “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness” (ESV). My mom used to sing this verse to me, and now that I’m a mom I sing it to my baby boy. I absolutely love the freshness of this verse! I get images of lemons, spring air, clean bed sheets, and frolicking through the fields with hands raised overhead when I think of this verse! Every morning we are offered a new start because God is so stinking amazing and loves us so much. He doesn’t hold grudges, He doesn’t bring up our failures when fall back into the same sin, and He doesn’t waver one bit in how much He loves us.
I wake up in the mornings with a desire to see the hand of God in all the different situations in my life —arranging the conversations I have, the friendships I develop, the open doors I’m presented with, and every other circumstance in my life. God has spared my life — he has me from my sin and given me salvation and eternal life in Heaven; He has me from a horrible car accident and healed my broken body. God reveals Himself all the time. And everywhere. It’s up to us to rediscover Him everyday!