An incident that stands out for me is my son’s accident. When my kids were younger, before I was introduced to The Way Ministry, I was always anxious about them—walking back and forth to school, at school, at home—you name it. Subsequently, I had many nightmares; one that was reoccurring was so vivid, I would wake up thinking it was true. In the dream, my son was walking home from school and was hit by a car. I saw these kids running across the road to tell me that, and I stopped to tell them how unsafe it was to be running in the middle of the road. They quickly explained that my son was hit by a car and was lying on the side of the road. I always woke up at that point.
Years later, I was attending a fellowship and had taken the Power for Abundant Living (PFAL) class, and I heard Dr. Victor Paul Wierwille talk about the lady who was so worried about her child that she lost him. I determined to be the other mother he talked about who trusted and believed God for her children’s protection, and every time the fear/worry started to creep in, I would speak in tongues and pray with my understanding.
II Timothy 1:7:
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
One afternoon, I got a call from my daughter’s school stating she wasn’t feeling well. They didn’t feel comfortable putting her on the bus, so they asked if I could pick her up. I got in my little car and headed out to pick her up. Well, what do you know? As I was pulling out of the apartment parking lot, about four or five kids were running out into the street, waving me down. I stopped, rolled down my window, and said, “Kids, it is so unsafe to be running out into the street that way; you could get hurt if it was someone else driving faster.” “Sorry ma’am,” they exclaimed, “but didn’t you hear what happened to your son?” I was all ears then. “No, what happened?” I asked. “He got hit by a car; he’s lying on the side of the road,” they said. “A lady stopped and called the police and the ambulance.” “Thank you,” I replied, a lot more calmly than I felt. I turned in the direction of where they pointed and immediately started praying perfectly. As I pulled up, the EMT had him on a stretcher and was preparing to load him into the ambulance. “You must be the mom,” stated the policeman matter-of-factly.
They took him to the hospital, and I followed in my car. In the ER, they quickly rushed him off for an X-ray and CT scan. The doctor called me in a little later and was visibly stunned that my son suffered only bumps and bruises, but not one broken bone. He explained that the police told them that according to the eyewitness, my son was hit and thrown up in the air and landed several feet away, and he had not been in the road when he was hit. The car went onto the sidewalk and hit him.
I walked away thanking God for leading me to The Way Ministry where I learned to speak in tongues, trust God, and claim His promise to have no fear, and to have taken the PFAL class and for Dr. Wierwille’s life and ministry.