A level of self-awareness is recognizing the likely outcome of your actions and choosing not to go down that path instead of repeating the same behaviour and hoping for a different result.
Now thanks be unto God who causes us to triumph in Christ always. You want to triumph always? Come to Jesus Christ today. He loves you more than you can ever think or imagine.
I'm on my way to work, and I'm sitting in the middle of a man and a woman who are both deeply asleep; they are even snoring. How are you people so blessed with sleep? Howwww?
I walked to the front of the bus to see the damage, and it was brutal. I couldn’t take a picture or make a video. I was numb.I eventually said, “Thank you, Jesus.” We hadn’t yet reached the Third Mainland Bridge.
It was a usual Monday morning. I left home at exactly 4:55 a.m. I had been awake since 1:30 a.m., lingering in that semi-sleep state tired, but unable to fully fall asleep again. By 3:18 a.m., I got out of bed and spent some quiet time fellowshipping with the Father
As the bus pulled up, I was the first to enter.“Good morning sir,”I greeted the driver. “How are you, Mide?”he responded warmly.The bus,unusually, filled up completely right there at Meran. That doesn't happen. We began our journey, but minutes in, a burning smell filled the bus
I had never experienced anything like it, so I didn't know how to feel. The driver swerved toward the curb, hoping to stop the vehicle, but we slammed into a yellow bus instead.Eventually, the bus came to a stop.We all rushed out. Some people were screaming, some were complaining
On a normal day, I would’ve shaken it off, saying “God forbid!” But I didn’t say a word, I just kept praying.And then, everything began to unfold.
The bus brake failed. The first hit was a black Corolla, which was forced into another small Sienna-like car. It was chaos.
I perceived it and so did the woman seated beside me. Something wasn’t right. Meanwhile, I was on a 5:00 a.m. prayer group call with my sisters in the Lord, quietly praying in tongues. About 10 minutes into the ride, a strange image flashed through my mind: a collision.