Quiet time was a rarity for me as a mother of two young children. So when I woke up earlier than usual one morning, I decided to take advantage of the time to myself.
I had a crazy day ahead. I sold jewelry out of a gift shop, and today I had to make my monthly drive to Dallas to pick up more merchandise.
I sat down in a comfy chair to pray. Immediately, a word came to my mind. Protection. It wasn’t spoken aloud, but I heard it clearly. Protection. For whom? From what? I started with the most obvious. Lord, protect my children today.
The urgent feeling persisted. I heard my husband getting up. I prayed for him. Then I prayed for my parents, in-laws and extended family members. I prayed for all the friends I could think of. But I still didn’t feel finished. Somebody else needed protection.
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Of course! The one person I hadn’t prayed for yet was myself. So I did. Only then did peace come.
A few hours later I was on my way to Dallas. I ran into road work outside of Fort Worth. The highway narrowed to two lanes with concrete barriers on either side. I was hemmed in by cars going 55 miles per hour when a small red sedan two cars ahead of me came to a dead stop.
The car in front of me slammed on its brakes. I yanked my steering wheel and swerved. In my rearview mirror I glimpsed a big pickup truck bearing down on me. The road became complete chaos as at least six cars desperately tried to avoid a highspeed collision.
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I screeched to a stop. No impact. I was almost afraid to look around. When I did I was amazed. All the cars that a moment before had been spinning and skidding were safely stopped, with no more than inches separating them.
I hadn’t thought of myself when I started praying that morning. But God was thinking of me—and all those other drivers—all along.
