Far from home, my son was in an accident that could have been fatal. (See here.)
God not only protected, but he also provided. When my son called, I was lunching with prayer partners. After praying, I called another friend. She prayed for the best police officer to be assigned. He was. He said all the evidence collaborated my son’s account, and the officer’s humorous commentary lightened the stress.
The accident’s circumstances were bizarre, but a doctor said he had a similar experience. Comforting.
With my husband and eldest abroad, my middle son gave wise counsel to his brother—advice that never occurred to me.
The body shop drove my son to a hotel that served a free dinner. Unusual.
A buddy drove six hours to take my son home. His pickup truck held all my son’s baggage, including two bikes.
After flying to us, my son needed to register his hand-me-down car in Missouri. His brother had vacation time to accompany him.
We wanted a new car with particular specifications. An order had been canceled the previous day, so our replacement car arrived quickly.
Jehovah Jireh: The Lord will provide.
