Throughout this day those words would occasionally visit me. So I decided to simply pray about it. I felt lead to simply go home and rest. Rest in the sense of relaxing in ways I find relaxing, not necessarily just taking a nap. The kind of rest God has been speaking to me about all of 2011. If you now me well you know I am kind of always going, going, going. Well, the words of wisdom I received last night sunk in my thick skull and I decided to have an evening of rest. In doing so I decided to go on a run whereas I have not run in well over a month now. I am cannot understand why, but it is something I have grown to enjoy. So run I did...I started out of my neighborhood and began to run along business 287 out side my neighborhood. Things were going well...listening to my iPod and enjoying the cooler weather. I felt amazingly good after such a long absence of this activity in my life.
As I turned around and was heading back home I was joyful...grateful for my job, my girlfriend...my life as it goes. I have so much to be grateful for. Then it happened...the young punks that find others misery humorous. A truck goes by with three young adults inside and one of them throws out a half full beer can. Bear in mind this is an actual highway in a rural area. So they were traveling at minimum 50 mph. I had no time to react, before I could process anything I felt the impact of the can on my face. Its mass caving in to form the shape of my brow. A surreal moment of disbelief.
Once I had ascertained what had occurred I turned around, but the truck was far too distant to view the license plate number. Anger welled up inside my soul! Thoughts of being there again tomorrow to serve justice flowed through my mind. Many other thoughts came to mind as I was allowing my anger (my emotions) to lead my response. Then I realized I had better make sure I was OK. I felt around and no blood was seemingly present. I did my best to pull out my phone in a failed attempt to use it as a vanity mirror. I then decided to take a photograph of myself to view the damage. Not near as sever as circumstances could have allowed. Thankfully I serve a great, great God that is my protector.
It was in that moment I realized what had occurred. God truly had protected me from further damage. It was also in that moment I realized I had to forgive and move on. Pray for their souls. I am still in awe of how no more damage was done, but I can only give the credit to our God; whether he placed a protective angel there in that moment or just designed me with a hard head (spare the jokes...lol) I am grateful.
It was also through the ensuing conversation with God I realized through forgiveness it opens the door to further redemption which He provided for us on the cross. I truly believe I further experienced the redeeming power of the cross this evening. Through forgiveness I further experienced the same redemption we have all been given.