“He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted” (Job 5:9).
I've been trying to do my miracle stories in chronological order, but I'm sure I'm messing this up. The first miracle that I claim as mine was in 1982. I had just graduated from court reporting school and was doing a deposition on a Saturday for the late Bill Trainer in Parkersburg. I had just gotten my first new car (Datsun little sporty something or the other) - it replaced my $400 1974 Plymouth Duster V8 (blue with a brown door due to my missing seeing a large pole while in college). That Duster sure could fly across Flatwoods Road when I was late for that 11:00 p.m. curfew! Took me to work every day through high school and all through college, and she took the gang to Myrtle Beach for senior trip...
I digress. Sorry. I was heading up old Route 2 between Ravenswood and Parkersburg - it was winter but clear and sunny. Before I could even blink, I had hit a patch of black ice and was spinning in a total revolution. Set the scene - I am (I think) near the Belleville Dam where the right-hand side of the road is a hill and the left side is the river. This exact location is where there was a ledge right down by the river and the railroad track and there was this house that sat on that ledge that the track ran by. Anyone remember that location? That is EXACTLY where I was. So when I begin to spin, I realize that if I go over toward the river, I'm going to either flip and land right on top of that house, or I may have enough speed going to fly right over the house straight into the river. Not the best of choices on the "bad" side. The bank on the right-hand side seemed like a good choice.
The spin begins, quick as lightning, and at the end of the first revolution, I begin to spin into the second revolution, but I'm moving toward the river on this one, backwards. How quickly these things happen, but it truly feels like you are moving in slow motion, your mind analyzing the possibilities. When I was five, the Silver Bridge in Point Pleasant had gone down, and that had really bothered my mom. She had this fear of water, borne from watching her father unsuccessfully try to save someone from drowning when she was six, and she never did learn to swim. Matter of fact, every summer vacation, we spent time "drowning mom," as Kim and I called it. Dad called it teaching her how to swim: "If she gets scared enough, she'll start to paddle".... The result was many a day at Rippling Waters throwing mom off of those pier things they had all over. Dad would let her go down four or five times and then one of us would rescue her. We did the same thing at Seneca Lakes in Ohio, all over everywhere. She really must have trusted us all, because she would try and try every year.
One year at Disney World's water park in Orlando, we talked her into going on this water ride where you put your rear into an innertube and rode down into little pools in between the slides. What could happen when you're in an innertube, right? Well, somehow Kim and I were ahead of her, dad behind her and she landed in the pool and flipped, rear stuck in the tube, and could not flip over. People were trying to help her, Kim and I were screaming, and dad literally walked on water to get from where he was to flip her over. She refused to get back in the tube, even though the lifeguards told her there was no other way down - it took her about an hour, but she crawled over rocks and up ledges and got out of there on land. Anyway, long story short, mom used to dream that she had Kim and I and she went down on the bridge and she had to choose which one of us to save. She would talk about it all the time, and we would say, "Well, mom, no offense, but it's really not a big choice - you couldn't save either one of us!" So I guess her thoughts on being in the river in a car were resident in me also...
My mind was quickly running over which scenario might be the worst - landing on the roof of that house, bouncing on the house, then into the river - even worse - what about missing the house and just landing on the ground, how would you survive that....
As I felt the car leave the pavement, heading backwards, seeing nothing, knowing I have about four feet until the ground drops off, the rear of the car begins to tip - I'm headed over and I whisper, "I'm coming, Lord" - the front of the car begins to tilt, and there is a clunk and it stops - dead stop with the rear of the car hanging over the area where those people's steps went down the side of that hill. The front tire has caught on a railroad tie that used to be an old mailbox.
I am still calm, shocked by the abrupt and unexpected stop, almost afraid to believe it's true. I begin to praise the Lord, thank Him, began to shake all over, knowing the Creator of all has reached down, put His hand upon me, saved me for a purpose, because He had a plan for my life that did not end at age 19. It took a bit, but I sat in that car, leaned forward, trying to balance my weight toward the front, afraid to breathe, but a man showed up with a truck, drug me out over the top of the car, gave me a ride back to my mother-in-law's, where I showed up almost incoherent, bawling by then, having watched my life fly before my eyes, knowing not how My Lord would reach down into the earth and provide my miracle, an old buried railroad tie whose purpose had ended, that is, until the God of creation needed to call it back into action.
I wonder if any of you have stories where God has reached into your life when you were hanging on the edge of disaster - perhaps a relationship that you needed rescued from, a job situation that needed a miracle, a health event where you were headed backwards into the darkness until the Lord stepped in.....please share......
Every time I thought about that slow spinning, lightning fast event in my life, I KNEW God saved me, He saved me for a reason, for a purpose - my life was not to be wasted and just flittered away.....I thank Him and praise Him that He showed me early in my adulthood how much He cared for me and that He is present just when we breathe His name - in that instant, He is there....praise His Holy Name!
My name is Teresa Evans. I am a wife to Tom, a retired Circuit Judge, and I am a court reporter by trade, a mother by God's grace and a lover of Jesus Christ. I've grown up in a family blessed with many miracles, and have received multiple miracles myself.