Jesus Take the Wheel - My Momma's Miracle

Tuesday afternoon my mom was driving back from Houston. On and off the rain drenched I-45 and the parched Texas landscape. About 20 minutes from home, the unexpected happened.

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?

Good Read

Howdy everyone!

I had a good weekend by reading a good book. I was able to catch Love Finds You in Victory Heights, Washington for free on my Kindle for PC last week. I've now read (I believe) three of the Love Finds You books, and I've enjoyed every one.

This one is set in the WWII time slot. Goyer and Fleiss do a wonderful job of weaving romance, patriotism, and Christian values into a remarkable story. I hope you take time to read it yourself.

The Creepy-Crawlies

This past week I've had multiple opportunities for my skin to crawl.

• I was doing more research. This time on resetting broken arms. I watched a video online and before they could even pull on the dude's arm I was cringing. Ouch!

• I went shopping one day. All was well and good (unless you count my feet hurting ;) ) when I got home that night. I load up my arms, grab the keys, and unlock the door. Did I tell you it was dark? Well, this "thing" drops down from above. I flicked on a light, and lo and behold there was a two-inch centipede wiggling on my floor. Not the innocent looking kind (if there is one). No, this was one of those spiky, could-have-landed-in-my-hair kinds. Yikes! You'd be proud of me - I didn't squeal or go searching for a paint can. :) I actually had shoes on this time. And now... let's just say he's creepy but no longer crawly. (I had to find a picture that resembled my bug. This pic is where I prefer seeing a centipede.)