God Intervenes

I called work and asked if they needed anybody today because I could use the overtime.  They said they could use me from 1pm to 7:30, so I got ready for work (after a haircut from my wife….thanks, Honey!). Kim and I set off for work with the idea that she would drop me off, take the van back home, drive the kids to church tonight, and they would all pick me up after work. 

We were driving west on 146th st, and we were approaching the green lighted Hazel Dell Road intersection.  As we started into the intersection, a pickup (driving east on 146th) hauling a trailer full of stuff started to turn left in front of us. I had to slam on my brakes and my horn to avoid hitting him.  He didn’t stop or anything, he just kept going.  Thankfully, our anti-lock brakes worked, and there was no impact. 

We drove on, calming down and thanking God as we went.  I got out of the van at work, and Kim took the same route home.  She says she can see our skid marks in the intersection. If you go to 146th and Hazel Dell right now, you can see evidence of God’s protection in my life.

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About Steve Picray

I have been many things, but right now I am a registered nurse attempting to pay off my debt so that, God willing, I can be a pastor again someday. I have a wife and three kids. I am a conservative Christian (of the Baptist variety). This blog is about me: the things that happen to me, the things that interest me, and the things that bother me. If you have a question, just e-mail me at spicray AT gmail DOT com. God Bless!
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