Run Your Race

If anything is excellent or praiseworthy…think

In Spring of 2010 my husband, Mario, was in a near fatal accident. It was at night in the backroads between Vista and San Marcos. A drunk driver had hit an electrical support pole about a few minutes before my husband drove up at full speed, and it hovered slightly above the road with the cable attached to the electrical pole. Mario came upon that part of the road and didn’t see it in time. He hit it full force in our Jeep Liberty and the vehicle ended up being catapulted into the air. He says at one point the Jeep was pointing straight up in the air and the headlights were pointing straight up and fading into the dark sky. At the same time that was happening our daughter and I were waiting for him to join us for dinner at a pizza place in Vista. When I got a call from him as we were sitting there waiting to order our pizza, I thought he would be giving me his dinner order, but when I answered I knew instantly something was wrong. I had never heard his voice sound like that.

As soon as he began to say the words, “I’ve been in an accident…” I grabbed my purse and began to walk toward the exit. The next thing I remember is driving up to the scene where there were police cars, firetrucks and first responders swarming both sides of the street with it blocked off. I pulled to the side of the road and told my daughter to stay in the car because I didn’t know what I was going to see. I frantically ran past police who were trying to shout something at me. I kept yelling, “My husband! Where’s my husband?!” Finally a fireman says, “Ma’am he’s fine,” as I see the Jeep turned over on its side, looking like a mangled mess. As soon as I saw it I thought that Mario was dead and everyone was lying to me. Then I look over at the side of the road where he was speaking to a crowd gathered around him saying, “Jesus Christ saved me today, and if you don’t believe in Him, you should. He saved me.” As he was speaking he saw me and came over to me. I was crying uncontrollably, and he grabbed my shoulders and said that God had saved him, but if He hadn’t he would be in heaven so I shouldn’t worry.

When one of the firemen heard him speaking about Jesus saving him, he said sarcastically to another firemen standing there, “Well, I believe the car manufacturer had something to do with it also,” to which his colleague responded, “Oh no, the airbag didn’t work.” I was stunned.

I write about this because we were talking about it with family last night, and I woke up this morning once again reminded that God did a miracle that day. He can do anything, and I need to remember that. I had planned a completely different blog post for today, but when I woke up this morning this was on my mind, and it caused me to remember that God can do anything. Believe and trust. Our God is the God of miracles,

Thank you for reading!

With all my heart,


Philippians 4:8

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

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