It is weird to say that God knows what is going to happen before it happens, and that everything happens for a reason. It is especially weird when I say it in the context of my car accident.
It sort of does feel like it happened for a reason, though. I find it easier to dispel my anger and sadness and try to be grateful for the life I live. I feel like I take everything that I have less for granted. Sure, it’s only been a few days but I feel a sort of clarity in my heart. I feel some sort of feeling in my chest when I think, yes, I believe in God.
(The car I had an accident in).
I know that a higher power saved me. I grew up being raised catholic and explored Christianity one year when I went to Christian school. It only feels natural to say that the higher power I believe in is Jesus Christ.
Perhaps, in a weird, messed up way, this is what was meant to happen. This is what was supposed to happen to me.