Scares in 1997, 1998, 1969
When my son was 2, he jumped out into the street & was met by a blaring noise. The loud honk scared him back to the side of the road & had him crying; I'm not sure it registered that he almost got hit. I gave him a scolding, then we thanked the Lord right there for protecting him.
The next year, when my daughter was in 1st grade, she had an encounter with an attacker in an underpass on the way home from school. The afternoon-evening was taken up talking with other mothers, school personnel, police, and four phone calls to my husband at his workplace. She wasn't hurt at all--she kicked, hit, scratched, and finally bit him until he let her go (from what I can gather, the entire thing lasted only a few seconds). And she's perfectly fine now. The best part is that she gives God credit for protecting her and enabling her to fight back.
The next day, my husband picked up something at the store for Emily: an alarm-emitting accessory. The place where the incident took place though, has a parking lot on one side and a park on the other. I don't think there will be anyone near enough to hear any noise. A heart cry of, "Help, God" would be more sure of being heard.
When I was in the 5th grade, I almost touched the car I almost got hit by. I wrote about it in one of my first prayer letters. I contemplated asking the mission Home Office if they still had it on record, but that was a long time ago; so instead, here's a concise version of what happened then:
I'd seen a visiting missionary on the other side of the street & began to dash across when he waved. I was running full speed when I saw a car coming at me. The laws of inertia say this can't happen, but I not only stopped; I found myself jumping BACK. I felt the vehicle slap my dress as it whizzed by. The missionary had seen me head his way then seen an auto blur; he'd heard a slight thump then heard screeching brakes. Needless to say, he was sure I'd been run over. It took awhile for him to realize it was me, standing half-frozen but still alive, in the middle of the road.
We bowed our heads by the side of the street, & the missionary prayed, "We know You have a definite purpose & plan for June's life, & until that purpose is fulfilled, You'll protect her, as You did today. Thank you."
So whether it's me or my children, I know God has a special plan for our lives. Nothing in the Christian's life slips by God's attention; everything is for a purpose. And it's HIS RESPONSIBILITY to direct; the human part is only to "trust and obey".
The next year, when my daughter was in 1st grade, she had an encounter with an attacker in an underpass on the way home from school. The afternoon-evening was taken up talking with other mothers, school personnel, police, and four phone calls to my husband at his workplace. She wasn't hurt at all--she kicked, hit, scratched, and finally bit him until he let her go (from what I can gather, the entire thing lasted only a few seconds). And she's perfectly fine now. The best part is that she gives God credit for protecting her and enabling her to fight back.
The next day, my husband picked up something at the store for Emily: an alarm-emitting accessory. The place where the incident took place though, has a parking lot on one side and a park on the other. I don't think there will be anyone near enough to hear any noise. A heart cry of, "Help, God" would be more sure of being heard.
When I was in the 5th grade, I almost touched the car I almost got hit by. I wrote about it in one of my first prayer letters. I contemplated asking the mission Home Office if they still had it on record, but that was a long time ago; so instead, here's a concise version of what happened then:
I'd seen a visiting missionary on the other side of the street & began to dash across when he waved. I was running full speed when I saw a car coming at me. The laws of inertia say this can't happen, but I not only stopped; I found myself jumping BACK. I felt the vehicle slap my dress as it whizzed by. The missionary had seen me head his way then seen an auto blur; he'd heard a slight thump then heard screeching brakes. Needless to say, he was sure I'd been run over. It took awhile for him to realize it was me, standing half-frozen but still alive, in the middle of the road.
We bowed our heads by the side of the street, & the missionary prayed, "We know You have a definite purpose & plan for June's life, & until that purpose is fulfilled, You'll protect her, as You did today. Thank you."
So whether it's me or my children, I know God has a special plan for our lives. Nothing in the Christian's life slips by God's attention; everything is for a purpose. And it's HIS RESPONSIBILITY to direct; the human part is only to "trust and obey".
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