We got most of the way to my parents' house and were going up a steep hill in a very dark section of road in the woods, and the car all of a sudden stops accelerating. I know there were turnouts behind us where I could safely pull off, so I rolled back down the hill but overshot the turnoff since I don't have headlights behind me. (Whose idea was that? :D ) So I think, let's try going forward a bit, and it went right up the hill! Again, thank you, Jesus!
Of course, by this time the kids in the back seat are complaining of wobbling like the tires will fall off... So at the top of the hill I pull over again and use my cell phone as a light to see the tires. Still not seeing anything, we continue to, and finally arrive at, my parents' house.
My wonderful Dad comes to give the car the once-over and all we find is a cracked mud flap and a dark green swipe on the back driver side quarter panel. Again, thank you, Jesus!
Without that angel and God's loving protection, the evening would have gone much differently.
This picture will be going in our Memorial Album along with the story. When we need a reminder of God's protection, we can read the story and remember.
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"For what You have done I will always praise you in the presence of Your faithful people. And I will hope in Your name, for Your name is good."
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