I write about today because I don't ever want to forget. I don't want to forget anything God has done for me. I don't want to forget that we were saved by God's grace

My mother and I were driving towards church and she was doing the usual "omg Simi y are u always late ? we have to be in church at 10:15 to get a seat! you know how full it gets!"
So I go 65 in a 50km/h area to appease my mom. We get to 80th and 112 and the light turns yellow and i turn left. The car skids and crashes onto the curb really roughly. My mom cries out and i look over afraid she was hurt but she was just scared. I try to get the car back in control but the car is bounced onto the other lane. I try to get control of the wheel afraid of oncoming traffic from the opposite lane. I hear the wheels screeching as i try and get back onto my lane. Somehow I got the car alongside a driveway.

My mom already in tears gets out of the car and starts crying even more seeing the bad tires. A passerby looks and tell us we have two flats in the right front and back tires. I quickly phone Beni hoping she'd be at the church. I tell her we're in a bit of a pickle. Okay okay maybe i didn't tell her that. It was more like me blubbering some nonsense on the phone to her and she trying to figure out my blabber.

Uncle John passes by right then and pulls over. He sees me crying and he says "no no no reason to cry ..it's okay" He goes over and looks at the car and asks us what happened. The owner of the house we were parked in front of comes out. And then, Uncle Rehan comes by in his van. He jumps out and they both ask the owner if we could put the car in their driveway until church was done. The kind person said yes and we gave Uncle John the keys so he could drive our car into the driveway. But the wheels are super screwed up. The kind owner goes over and pushes the car and the car is finally in the driveway. We get a ride to church with Uncle John and he's praying the entire time.


I love my church. I've never seen a group of more loving people in my entire life. When i'm with them i don't miss the family i haven't see in more than six years. The sadness of not having a permanent father like everyone goes away as i recieve my church family's love.

After church and a lot of comforting words from friends like Tynes, Tracy, Jenis, Beni and many others, Alex takes us back to the car to call the towing company and figure out details. God bless him. We were there from around 2- 4 waiting for the tow to arrive. And in that time we had had Pastor Jagpal and his family drop by twice. The second time with food and drink. Delicious food i might add. The tow comes and Alex finally drops us home.

For the first time, my mother saw one of the many reasons why i'm so dedicated to PMC. She experienced the love that I've experienced for the past couple of years. From Uncle John and Uncle Rehan assisting us in the beginning, to Alex giving us a ride, to Pastor Jagpal bring lunch, and the several people in the church who gave us phone numbers tell us to phone them.

I come home and i check my email and Hanz, my lil sis, had sent me an email. Suffice it to say the poor gurl was worried i was hurt. She told me to read Psalm 91. I did. I read it aloud and with every verse i read, calmness, assurance, love, security swept over me.



This is just a song that was in my heart. It's called Came to my Rescue and it's sung by Hillsongs United.

yearning for more of Christ,
~SIM J~