When I was a young baby, my mother took me on a routine drive in the car. I was in the backseat.
As she was about to make a turn onto another street, the car suddenly came to an immediate stop.
My mother’s initial reaction of frustration turned to awe as another car came racing down the very street onto which she would have turned.
As soon as the car had passed, our car restarted and we returned home.
Had our car not stopped, we would have turned the corner and the other car would have slammed into ours, killing us both.
Little did my mother know that day when we took our drive that it would provide indisputable evidence for the hand of God working personally in our lives. Thanks to our Almighty God, I still live to tell this story.
Tommy H.
Newport News, VA