The Divine Intervention

St. Patrick's Day, 2022

I had a dream in the early morning hours on March 17, 2022.

I was chasing my van through a parking lot. It was about to drive itself into oncoming traffic. I ran up to the driver's side of the van. That entire side of my van was messed up, and the driver's door wouldn't open. I finally got the door open, and I slammed my foot onto the breaks. The breaks weren't working. My car wouldn't stop. All the sudden, a song came on over the radio saying "I will not allow you to crash!" over and over. Somehow, I ended up being saved from the "oncoming traffic", and my car was sitting in park somewhere else, with me inside. I remember in the dream I kept seeing all these little rainbows floating around everywhere.

The next day I was headed out to see my chiropractor, which is a pretty far drive. When I finally returned home, I realized that I had left my purse at their office. Now, if you know me, this is VERY uncharacteristic of me. I never leave anything anywhere. I actually deal with some OCD (yes, diagnosed) so I am triple checking things often before I leave to go anywhere. 

I did not realize that I had left my purse until I pulled up to my house. I sat there for a minute, texted/called a few people to see if they were on that side of town. Eventually I realized that I was just going to have to turn around and go back. 

This is quite a drive for me to make, especially during this time of day because the traffic is AWFUL. I quickly realize that people are driving worse than normal, and remember it's a holiday. I pray for protection as I am driving. I finally reach my exit. As I am pulling to the right to get where I need to be, I suddenly sideswipe a semi truck who is inching over into my lane.

I pull over in a complete panic. I try to open my door, and the door will not open (just like in my dream). I crawl out of the passenger side door, take a quick look at my car, and have a complete meltdown. No one who witnessed the accident stopped. The semi truck was nowhere to be found. I stood there trying to call several people and finally got a hold of a friend who reached Johnny. Thankfully, a man appeared out of nowhere named Travis (some of you might understand the connection here). He was around my age, covered in tattoos. The first thing he asked me was if I needed a hug! He was really nice, but I don't think he knew what to do. He spoke with my friend on the phone to try and explain what was happening because I was still in complete panic mode. He got off the phone and asked me what I needed him to do. Well...I needed my purse. I was one stop light away from my chiropractor's office. 

Without hesitation, Travis got in his car to go and get my purse. Thinking about it now, this man could've taken off with my purse. Thankfully he returned my purse to me (with everything in it) before the police arrived. He gave me some advice on how to handle the accident with my insurance company, gave me a hug, and left. 

The cops come and they fill out a police report, etc. Thankfully I have my purse now (and my driver's license).

Johnny eventually makes it over that way and takes me home.

As I was praying this morning, I was confused and asking God why He "allowed me to crash", as opposed to what happened in the dream. I heard, "I didn't allow you to crash. I did NOT allow you to crash into oncoming traffic. This was supposed to be worse. I did not allow you to crash. This was divine intervention." I sat there for a minute and tried to process this. Suddenly all of these recent situations and confirmations were brought to memory. I had been receiving consistent warnings for months regarding an emergency regarding my life. This is something I have not told many people, but I have been praying against it since January. I first made a note about this in my phone on January 4, at 4:35 PM. I looked at my phone and the first phone call I made after my wreck was at 4:35 PM. 

The rainbows represented St. Patrick's day. They also represent God's promises for my life.

For months I had been seeing green balloons in a star shape. I have friends that can verify this. A few days ago (this week) I saw them 4 different times in one day. I had been trying to figure out what the green represented. Well...St. Patty's day for one.

When I woke up that morning and saw everyone posting about the color green, I said outloud to myself: "Something is going to happen today."

Well, something did happen. There was a divine intervention that saved me from something worse. To some this might sound crazy. But I am so thankful that He "did not allow me to crash".