The car hydroplaned.
Fish-tailing across the slick asphalt, she struggled to gain control. The vehicle went from swerving to spinning. The world outside the glass whirred to an indistinguishable white. When the wheels hit grass, she gave up. Crossing her arms across her chest, she ducked her head and screamed to the top of her lungs, "JESUS HELP ME!"
The car slammed into the cables strung across the median. Seconds later, it stopped.
Opening her eyes, my mom found herself sitting on the shoulder of the road facing the oncoming traffic. Unhurt, she climbed out to assess the damage. The passenger side showed the indentations of the two cables, and the back tire was flat. Once she'd replaced the flat with the spare, she was able to drive home. (I'm shocked because no one stopped to help her. Not one person stopped to see if she was all right.)
He is true to His Word: God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble (Psalm 46:1).
Thank You, Jesus, just doesn't say enough.
How about you? What miracles have you experienced lately?
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