Jesus Keeps Me in His Hands

By Moriah Copko

Almost six years ago, I got run over by a car. I don't really remember anything about the accident, but my parents tell me the story every once in a while. I was almost two years old when I snuck out the back door and walked into the road. "Bam!" a Land Cruiser hit me in the head and ran right over me. Fortunately, the wheels didn't touch me.

A guy rang the doorbell to my house and said, "There's a little girl out in the street who was hit by a car." There was a lot of commotion: fire trucks roaring, an ambulance siren ringing, and I was crying. My parents were praying really hard. Soon, many people were praying for me. A man strapped me to a board so my back and neck would stay straight. An ambulance took me to the school down the street where a Life Flight helicopter met us and it flew me to the hospital.

I was still crying and crying, nothing but crying. The nurse wanted to give me some strong medicine but my parents asked the nurse to wait. They prayed and immediately the pain left me and I fell asleep. Jesus totally healed me and today I only have a very small scar by my eye. I'm glad Jesus keeps me in His hands all the time. I'm really happy because I'm still with my family and I know Jesus has a special plan for me.

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