He truly is an ever present help in times of trouble. I live in south eastern Missouri, in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain Range, known as the Gateway to the Ozarks Riverways. One of the most scenic areas in the Midwest. With it's winding roads, beautiful rivers, many state parks and National Forests, it is a favorite tourist attraction to many from early spring to late fall.
I drive a "Hot Shot" truck for a food service company. About 95% of my job is driving; a job that I enjoy very much. I get to see God's landscape and get paid while I do it. However, it is also a very dangerous job as well.
It was about 4:20 p.m. and I was about 12 miles from the warehouse that I work from. I had been making deliveries near St. Louis and was on my way back in my Chevy Silverado 3/4 ton 4x4 which has a refrigerated box, when I met a large motorcycle coming around a sharp curve at a high rate of speed.
I slowed down as I started into the curve, when all of a sudden, another motorcycle came around the curve on the yellow line, and I could tell he was losing control. He crossed the line and was heading straight for me at a high rate of speed.
Dear friends all I could do was cry out, "Lord Jesus please help!" I swerved to the right to try and miss him but he hit me head on. I felt the motorcycle and rider under my truck. Needless to say I was anxious, but not hopeless.
I then got out of my truck and looked under it. There was a man lying in front of my rear wheels, and he was moaning. About that time, the other rider came back and was screaming "No! No! No!" He parked his bike and knelt down beside my truck and said, "Dad are you ok?" I was praying, "Lord if you will spare his life, I will tell him about you and what You have done for him."
I dialed 911 and had to wave down traffic, which was heavy due to school just letting out. I heard the man say, "It’s hot under here." They air-lifted him to St. Louis, where he was in "critical, but stable" condition.
The next day he improved to “stable.” I went to see him a few days later, and he asked me, "What happened? I just opened my eyes and saw your rear tires, then looked behind me, and my motorcycle was there. How did I get behind your front wheel?"
The doctors told him the day I visited him that his injuries weren't as bad as they had first thought, and he would have no disabilities. I got to tell him about the Lord Jesus Christ, who is truly an ever present help in times of trouble!
Praise His Holy Name!
Brother J.C., Missouri