Hands of Safety

“He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted” (Job 5:9 NIV).

 My husband and I were leaving our neighborhood when we had to stop to allow a mother duck and her three itty-bitty ducklings to cross the road. These ducklings appeared no more than a few days old.   I was amazed that these pocket-size ducks were brave enough to be in the mammoth storm that had inundated the streets with rain water.

 My husband had a concern that never entered my mind. The mother duck had crossed and was well into the grassy field, but the ducklings were too small to jump onto the curbing and were being taken away in the undercurrent of the water that had built up next to the curb. Without warning, my husband jumped out of the car, grabbed a duckling that was two seconds from being swept into the underground drain. In a flash, he snatched the other two and dropped them safely onto the grass to join their sibling and mother. The ducklings probably never saw trouble coming and did not comprehend the power and saving hands of something much larger than themselves.  

How often do we find ourselves in danger before its recognizable?  In just the past couple of weeks, I have encountered two close calls that were clearly the saving hand of God. I often think of these encounters as miracles of God through our guardian angels.

The first incident occurred at what should be a relatively safe outing (at least for the bystanders).  I was at a golf tournament watching my son who was on the putting green. I was observing from a distance near a bridge that leads to the next hole. I was intently watching the final putts, when in my nervous state,  I took a few steps backwards. When my foot bumped a rock, I realized that I was just one step from falling into a 20 foot cemented ravine. I was so grateful that my guardian angel had aroused me before I fell backwards and disaster occurred.

The next week as I was driving to the grocery store, I checked my mirrors, and was about to switch lanes when I heard the faint sound of a horn. Not realizing the horn was directed at me, I kept on slowly moving into the left lane. Suddenly, I saw a white car that I was just inches from hitting. I moved quickly back into the right lane and avoided a crash.  On this occasion however the guardian angel, driving the white car, was not quite as happy as the one I had imagined earlier on the golf course.

  In both of these incidents, I was as oblivious as the ducklings to the potential danger. I am so thankful to the power and saving hands of something much larger than myself… “We cannot understand the great things he does, and to his miracles there is no end” (Job 5:9 GNT).

Michele