Ok, so I know the London bombings were a while back, but I still have such an awesome testimony of how good God is, to share. I have shared it with virtually everyone I know so why not you too .
I am from South Africa, I visited London for a year (I think it was 2006).
I would always catch the tube to work. The one morning, I am walking towards the station and notice a Christian girl I met in cell meetings (Lilly). We have fellowship as we walking towards the station. Station was closed (Woodgreen), so we have to walk further towards the next. As we board the train, I propose to Lilly that we board closer to the front as there are less people, she replies with a firm, 'nay', and insists we board at the closest door.
I get off at my station (Kings Cross). A few minutes later I notice the lights dimming and people getting frantic. I hear security say nobody is to board the trains, so I rush to board the last train leaving for Moorgate. A security guard inside the train sticks his arm out and stops me from boarding. I end up taking a bus to Moorgate and arriving around 2 hours late for work.
I then learn that after I got off at Kings Cross the train Lilly was on had exploded. The train I tried to get on exploded and one of the buses driving towards Moorgate had exploded.
I get a call from Lilly around 2 hours later. She is so eager to explain her ordeal. Turns out the carriage I wanted her to get on had exploded, God placed her between two large people and she was the only one on her carriage without even a scratch. She also said how she felt like she was in hell, listening to all the people in pain.
My heart goes out to all who suffered and I thank God for protecting Lilly and I.
I am from South Africa, I visited London for a year (I think it was 2006).
I would always catch the tube to work. The one morning, I am walking towards the station and notice a Christian girl I met in cell meetings (Lilly). We have fellowship as we walking towards the station. Station was closed (Woodgreen), so we have to walk further towards the next. As we board the train, I propose to Lilly that we board closer to the front as there are less people, she replies with a firm, 'nay', and insists we board at the closest door.
I get off at my station (Kings Cross). A few minutes later I notice the lights dimming and people getting frantic. I hear security say nobody is to board the trains, so I rush to board the last train leaving for Moorgate. A security guard inside the train sticks his arm out and stops me from boarding. I end up taking a bus to Moorgate and arriving around 2 hours late for work.
I then learn that after I got off at Kings Cross the train Lilly was on had exploded. The train I tried to get on exploded and one of the buses driving towards Moorgate had exploded.
I get a call from Lilly around 2 hours later. She is so eager to explain her ordeal. Turns out the carriage I wanted her to get on had exploded, God placed her between two large people and she was the only one on her carriage without even a scratch. She also said how she felt like she was in hell, listening to all the people in pain.
My heart goes out to all who suffered and I thank God for protecting Lilly and I.