In the last Two weeks, i have been involved in one incidence or the other which I escaped narrowly by the hand of God.
These has got me thinking that for a life that is preserved, it means there is purpose for such. This increased the desire to know more of purpose for which God has created me.
This is my story...
The first was close to a major road on my way to work, this funny looking guy whom I cant really remember how he looks likes walked up to me and pulled out something from the bag he was carrying and pointed it at me. lo and behold it was a gun. I took a quick glance at it and that was the last the thing I could remember.
All that was running through my mind while I was running was: have I been shot? , I'm I sure I'm still here, was i bleeding? Guess what i took to my heels. This a response to stimulus. I wouldn't have done this if I took a thorough thought of it. I ran to catch a bus. Then I wondered why the guy did not give me a chase. I'm sure he did not expect my reaction. He was too surprised to follow me.
The bus officer told me the bus was not going through my route. I insisted on following the bus telling him a guy was after my life or bag (or both).
What was even in this bag? My very own laptop, some books and very important documents. So this guy would have taken all away. Never!
Scene 2 was just a close shave to motor bike accident. For a second I was wondering why people around were shouting. What happened? the next second made things clearly. A bike with two guys on it was on top speed and was braking when he saw I would not stop. cause I was actually crossing the road. What was I thinking of? life, babe, food?
All I can remember was that I jumped raising my right leg (like in those action movies) and the motorbike handle just bruised my abdomen. All in 3 secs. I left the scene immediately patting down my own body. Hoping that I was not hurt.
I left the scene also thanking God. It was so dramatic. I would have been on Plaster now suffering from a crushed leg. God forbid!
As if that was not enough the third scene got me scared. Was in a bus and I guess the driver was either high on alcohol (or something else) or the brakes just failed.
He decided he would not stop until he made a good inelastic collision (little from my physics class) with a pathfinder jeep. My grip was not firm enough. so i saw myself almost on the floor (in the bus) with a bruised wrist. We got off the bus immediately. Thank God again.
Now I was getting scared but I had to assure myself. If God saved me from these then. He will do more.
When the purpose of a thing is not known, surely abuse is inevitable.
I cant expose myself to abuse , I'm on purpose
I have a purpose I know,
I must know it all,
I must live it to the fullest,
I must fulfill it.
I'm not here to play,
I'm not here for games
I'm here for impact and to impart not to impress.
A life without purpose can be anything and even achieve anything (The last time I checked anything meant nothing)
Know your purpose run for it, stay on it, achieve it, never turn away from it.