Yesterday, I was driving home behind a 1960ish red ford falcon. It reminded me of a story my mom tells about when I was around 6 months old.Mom and dad were seated in the front seat of their falcon with me in my infant carrier in the backseat. As they waited on the light to turn green, I began to fuss. This was before the days of child safety seats and seat belt laws, so mom reached back, slipped me out of my infant carrier and held me in her arms. Just then, another car rear-ended them which caused the front seats to collapse onto the backseat and crush my infant carrier. Mom believes it was God's protection that saved me from injury or worse.
It's because of situations like this that I agree with what David wrote to God...
"My life is an example to many, because You have been my strength and protection. That is why I can never stop praising You; I declare Your glory all day long." (Psalm 71:7-8 NLT)
I wonder how many times God protects us and we're not even aware of it?
