Monday, May 23, 2016

In Defiance of Physics by Guest Author Linda Yezak

When we first moved 150 miles from home, my dad had cancer. He kept beating the time limit the doctors had given him, but we knew he didn't have long. He worried about me driving back and forth in my old Pontiac, so he gave me his maroon Dodge Dynasty.

There's nothing sexy about a Dynasty. It's worse than a mom-mobile: it's a grandma car–and I wasn't a grandma yet. But when I got behind the wheel and took to the highway for the two and a half hour drive, I learned to love that baby. The state had just kicked the speed limit up to seventy and I was pushing the limit. Okay, I’m lying. I zoomed past the limit on long, empty stretches, whipped around curves, flew over hills. Yowzah! That baby could move!

Coming off a hill, I saw two cars on the road ahead of me just close enough to make me tap the brakes back down to seventy. Off to the side, farther ahead, were two vehicles parked in the grassy easement in front of a pasture. The guy in the car pulled forward and turned onto a dirt drive. The driver of the truck watched the two cars ahead of me pass him.

But he didn't see me.

He pulled a U right in front of me. I slammed my brakes, my hands locked on the wheel, my arms fully extended, shoving my ribs harder against the seat-back.

A calm voice in my head said, "Turn the wheel."

In a fraction of an instant, I thought, "Sure. Better to negotiate the field than to hit the truck." So I whipped the wheel hard right.

But the car didn't turn. It kept propelling me toward the U-turning truck. My front left bumper hit his back right fender. Dead on.

But it didn't.

I drove through the truck like driving through a hologram. No damage to either vehicle. TWEET THIS

I finally stopped and eased over to the side of the road with my heart echoing from my chest to my ears. The pickup driver backed up to see if I was okay. He had a patch over his left eye.

Daddy said later, "As hard as you turned that wheel to miss the truck, you should've rolled."

Scientists could come up with a variety of theses to explain the event away. But they weren’t there. Their god is small, reduced to a size provided by empirical evidence and fallible human logic.

But the God who created matter, who fully understands speed, force, and impact, is the same God who can alter matter and defy science. He can turn iron and steel and sheet metal into vapor if He chooses. And He is the same God who created me.

But even more worthy of my awe and gratitude is that He redeemed me with a price paid by His own Son. Who can so say no to a God like that?

After ten years of being “single again,” Linda Yezak rediscovered God's love and forgiveness when He allowed her a second chance at marital happiness. She is living her greatest romance with her husband of 25 years. She writes of love, forgiveness, and new beginnings. The Final Ride, sequel to Give the Lady a Ride releases July 5, 2016.


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