Have you ever stopped to count how many times God has rescued you? That is, have you considered how many times He’s rescued you that you know of?
“Rescue” can mean many things, but right now I’m thinking about times when I know beyond doubt that I would not have survived without divine intervention.
The first was when I was around 8 or 9. We were enjoying a day on the water when our boat hit a submerged log. When I came to, I was in my stepfather’s seat and he was in the water.
It is a heartbreaking thing to be completely helpless while watching a man drown.
Years later I realized something terrible: It should have been me. My sister and I were sitting up on the inboard motor and should have been thrown out of the boat, but we weren’t.
Another time I was driving down a mostly empty highway on a sunny day when a dump truck driver decided to cross the road in front of me. He said he didn’t see me, but let’s not go there.
I swerved just enough to slam into his rear wheel.
Had I instead gone between his wheels…?
Then there’s the more recent wreck I can’t even let myself think about. It, too, should have killed me – and not just me.
And these are the times I know God had His hand on me, His angels looking after me.
I can’t help but wonder how many more there have been.
A demon once told my sister, “We’ve been trying to kill you for years.” Given the things that have happened to her – starting with the fact that she was sitting beside me on the day our stepfather died – I have no trouble believing it.
I don’t think we give God and His angels enough credit. We may wonder why certain bad things happen, but in reality… How much worse could it have been?
I often pray Psalm 91 over myself and my family. Verse 11 assures me, “For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.”
I’m living proof. Maybe you are too.
Celebrating Jesus!
Tammy C