Jesus Took the Wheel—Literally

I’m still shaken. Still breathless. Still grateful.

Just moments ago, I was driving along Adam Road, preparing to turn into the PIE via the slip road. It was routine—until it wasn’t. In a moment of misjudgment, I accelerated instead of slowing down. The car surged forward, and I felt it—this terrifying loss of control. Like being caught in a whirlpool, spinning, helpless, suspended in time.

I should have veered off course. I should have crashed. But I didn’t.

Because Jesus took the wheel.

I don’t say that lightly. It wasn’t poetic—it was real. The car turned in the right direction, as if guided by unseen hands. My heart was pounding, my breath caught, and yet somehow, I was safe. No collision. No injury. Just a holy hush in the aftermath.

I sat there stunned, whispering, Praise God. Praise God.

It was a reminder that life is fragile. That control is an illusion. That even in our most reckless moments, grace can intervene. I’ve always believed that God watches over us, but today I felt it. Not in theory, but in motion. In metal and rubber and road.

This wasn’t just a driving error—it was a spiritual wake-up call. A reminder that I am not alone. That even when I mess up, even when I panic, even when I accelerate when I should brake—He is near.

I don’t know why He spared me today. But I know this: I am alive, and I am grateful.

So I write this as a testimony. A marker in time. A moment when heaven touched earth on a slip road in Singapore.

Jesus took the wheel. And I will never forget it. https://open.spotify.com/track/3lec3CzDPAxsZokPph5w87?si=11d0a2dac4d5411b