God has His hand in everything. This is something I have always believed, but on the 15th of October, when I was involved in a major motorcycle accident which could have cost me my life, it became a reality.
The day was a Thursday, and I was serving on sound for the Four12 Youth Leaders Equip that coming weekend. I had gone to the venue that evening to set up for the first session the next evening. After completing the sound set up, I went to visit a friend in Durbanville. On my way home, I had needed to go past another friend to collect his house keys, as I was hosting two people for the event that weekend. Unfortunately, leaving my friend’s house in Durbanville was the last thing I remember that night. Twenty minutes later, I was in a major accident with a car.
I was informed later that my bike had hit the front left side of the car, which had then split the bike into two different pieces and did major damage to the car. My injuries from the accident included suffering from a broken scapula, the bottom of my foot being cut open with a single broken bone in the centre, and two broken ribs puncturing both my lungs. I was told that I got up and sat on the side of the road, took off my helmet, waited for the ambulance to arrive and phoned my mom; however, I was unable to speak due to shock and gave the phone to the medic who talked to her. They were not able to tell her if I would make it through the night. I was rushed to the hospital and placed into a medically induced coma. Two days later, I was brought out of the coma and had only two things on my mind; “God is good” and “I love my mom.”
The following day, my congregation was notified of the accident and immediately held prayer meetings for me. The saints at the Four12 Youth Leaders Equip also prayed, along with many others, as the doctors did not know if I would survive. I believe that through the faith of the saints, God came through and saved me! By that Sunday, I was out of the ICU and moved to the Trauma Ward, where I was walking one day later. I then spent a week in the hospital and was dismissed on the Friday following the accident.
It was only when I got home that I found out how the church had come together to help my mom, who isn’t a member of the church. For my entire stay in the hospital, and for some time afterwards, my church family had provided food and comfort to my blood family.
By Sunday 27th of October, I was welcomed back to the church meeting with love. By God’s grace, just one week after a life-threatening accident, I was able to stand and worship a living God who still has a plan for my life! My mom is now more willing to see what the church is about and two of my friends have joined our church, having seen how the body supported, loved and cared for me during this time.
God has increased the love I have for His people and Him. He has reminded me that one day I will close my eyes and wake up to His glory, and at that point, there will be no second chances. All I desire to hear is, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” At the end of the day, I still have my injuries; my arm is still healing, and so is my foot, but I have a heart that beats and air flowing through my lungs. I will continue to worship the Lord while doing His work until He takes me home and into His glory!