The devil comes to steal, kill, and destroy. On the other hand, God says:
“For you have made the LORD, my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
No evil will befall you,
Nor will any plague come near your tent.
For He will give His angels charge concerning you,
To guard you in all your ways.” -Psalm 91:9-11
When my mom died, God showed me how my mom had spent her life fully aware of the fact that every day she lived was a gift from God. But I’m afraid that, over time, I’ve kind of forgotten that lesson. Hence this story…
My youngest is fighting a flu virus of some sort. Yesterday my oldest had a science fair, and the youngest wasn’t doing too badly, so we went. Well…the longer we were out, the worse she felt, so I was in a hurry to get her back home. I had to stop and get a few things at the store, though.
So yesterday, after I’d come out of the store and unloaded my groceries into the car, I turned to put the cart in the corral across the parking lot. The weather was warm (comparatively) and the wind was kicking up, which always makes me feel frisky (for want of a better word). So the combination had me set off at a full run across the parking lot. Now I may be 32, but I can still run at a pretty good speed. And just as I stupidly ran into the lane in front of the store without looking, a car came flying and we collided. Yes, I collided with a car…hard enough that the cart broke the car’s front headlight and dented the quarterpanel.
Immediately, images of our $500 deductible danced through my mind as the young guy driving stopped and I looked in horror at what I’d done.
He rolled down his window. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, “But…your car! I can’t believe I did that!”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Don’t worry about it? But you have a nice car!”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“But…I broke your light and dented your car!”
He got out and came around to look and again. “It’s not a big deal; don’t worry about it. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
I started repeating over and over again, “God bless you,” even as I asked again if he was sure.
Finally, he drove away. I wondered if it wasn’t even his car, and that’s why he didn’t care. I wondered at how he seemed slightly amused at my repeated blessings. It occurred to me that I may have been the one to hit him, but I was a pedestrian and he was tearing through a parking lot, so perhaps that’s why he wasn’t too eager to report it. I also thought about the many times when someone has owed us something and my husband says, “Don’t worry about it.” Was I reaping a seed he’d planted?
I got the cart put in the corral and returned to my car feeling both grateful for God’s grace and mercy and guilty for forgetting the look-both-ways rule I’d known since kindergarten.
But then something else occurred to me. If I had been one second ahead of myself, I wouldn’t have hit the front corner of his car. He would have hit me.
And I’d probably be dead.
Do you take God’s daily protection over you for granted, too? Like I realize I have been?