For he will command his angels concerning you
to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands,
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
For the longest time, we think our grandchild, Virginia Rose, is ready to walk. After all, for months she is pulling herself up in the playpen and on furniture, and shuffling her tiny feet this way and that. But, it isn't until her 18th month that she finally strikes out with those first tentative steps.
And, within two weeks of walking, she is running! Everywhere! Even for her parents, with as much energy as they have, it's a challenge to keep up with her. So, you can just imagine how hard it is for Gammie and Papa!
Virginia's love of running, however, presents a more serious concern than simply chasing after her. The faster she moves her sturdy, little legs, the greater the risk she could trip and fall. Just the idea of any harm coming to her is unbearable. Unthinkable.
Inevitable . . .
Virginia is only a few, fleeting steps ahead of her daddy, John, when it happens. Her sandal catches a crack in the pavement. She's going down! And, to his absolute terror, John realizes that her trajectory means a cracked head on the curb.
As if his life flashes before him, John sees the blood, hears her screams, is racing for the hospital, all in the split second it takes to reach her. Frantically, he scoops Virginia up from her fall.
He can't believe his eyes.
Where there should have been a gory gash on her forehead, there is only a faint, pinkish mark. Virginia doesn't even shed a tear. She quickly recovers from her mishap and is ready to go again in seconds.
"All I could think of, Martha, was this," John tells me. "Virginia's guardian angel was what kept her head from smashing against the curb. It had to be. There's no other explanation for something I just knew was going to happen; should have happened, but didn't. What a miracle!"
"Yes," I agree, "this was a miracle, indeed."
Thanks be to God!
Have you ever experienced something in your life which was so extraordinary, you knew immediately it was nothing short of a miracle?
Will you pray with me?
Thank You, Father, for all Your miracles, large and small, which grace our lives. We give thanks, too, for Your angels who protect us in times of need or danger. May we learn to trust in You more and more each day. Amen.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
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