When I, as a pedestrian, was hit in a crosswalk, by a car. I'll have to blog the whole story later!
Sounds like an interesting story!Hmmm, what I thought of first was when I was going through a personal heartache. My grandma had died a few years before and I knew that she was with me.My husband got hit by a car while riding his bike as a missionary. According to his companion, who was also an EMT, that saw it happen said he should have been severely injured. He broke his wrist and that was it. I know he was being watched over that day.
I've got one phrase that will be enough of a clue for you, but no-one else, "Poo-weeeeee, where are you?"Lets NOT blog that whole story later...
My senior year in high school I went over to a friend's house to make a bouce de noel for French class. My mom's hand mixer was from the 70's and it had a cord that plugged into the wall on one end and into the mixer on the other. The one going to the mixer was always falling out. This night, it fell into the batter. Not wanting to plug a batter-y end into the mixer, I popped it into my mouth to clean it off first. While the other end was still plugged into the wall.
When I was sixteen and passing through my butthead years. I know that there must have been a whole committee of angels for me.
I have a couple of times that I know for me, but don't know how to share them...One I do share is when my husband was coming home from work late at night and three men attacked him. They struck him with rebar upside the head, knocking his glasses off as he fell down, continued kicking and beating him while he was on the ground, stole his wallet and ran off. A police car drove by about a minute afterwards so my husband got help right away. His injuries: a few scrapes and bruises, even his glasses came out intact. Definitely divine protection in action!!
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