Monday night I was driving home from work after dark. I decided I didn’t want to take the country roads home and have to watch so carefully for deer and other assorted night-time critters. So I took the long way home on a state route.
I got to the last stoplight before my turnoff – a large, busy intersection – and stopped for the light. I was the first car in my lane and had been there for a while when I heard a large boom and began to move forward. I gathered myself together, then had the paramedics check me out – all was well.
The other driver was very upset, and she kept checking on her daughter who was in the center of their van in a wheel chair. We finished up the reports and everyone went their separate ways.
Surprisingly for me, I never got angry or overly upset, but found myself quietly pondering, looking for the good God promises to bring out of all things. I was still pondering the next morning, when it dawned on me.
If my car hadn’t been there, she would have run the red light, and they and others may have been injured. So I thank God in this circumstance that my car was there to stop hers and keep them from greater harm.