I don’t know about you, but I definitely believe in miracles…and guardian angels.
Miracle #1: Sibyl, my 17 month old granddaughter, took the ride of her life a few months ago that her nanny and parents will never forget.
The nanny was getting the grandkids ready to go for a walk. In the garage, Warren got on his bike, Sibyl was given the battery-powered Mater, and the nanny’s little baby girl was placed in the stroller. In the few brief seconds that the nanny turned away, Sibyl hit the power button on Mater and plunged down the steep flight of cement garage stairs.
Her guardian angel carried her down those stairs. All she suffered was some road rash on the left side of her sweet face. No broken teeth. No broken bones. Just a little road rash. And she is just fine. 🙂
Divine intervention? Yes, I do believe so because I believe in miracles…and guardian angels. Thank you, Jesus, for watching over my precious little granddaughter that day.
Lessons learned from that tumble? Put up gates around dangerous steps.
“The LORD will keep you safe…” ~Proverbs 3:26
Miracle #2: While babysitting Tyus, my five month old grandson, we went out for a walk with the stroller on a beautiful, sunny, early morning. Each time we would cross a street, I would pause at the corner, look back over my left shoulder to check to see if any cars were waiting to turn onto the street that I was crossing, and then proceeded with caution.
At 2nd Street SW, I repeated the same routine and saw no cars. I stepped off the curb and pushed the stroller forward to cross the quiet street. Half way through to the other side, my phone signaled that I had a text message. I picked it up to see who was texting me, then glanced up to take notice if I was close to the curb on the other side of the road.
That’s when I saw it. A large maroon SUV right next to the stroller and right next to my side. My first ANGRY thought was why in the world would anyone do the “fake-almost hitting you-to make you smile” routine when I was pushing a baby stroller?? Then I noticed the driver’s facial expressions.
Reality punched me in the face, and gripped my heart. I stepped up onto the sidewalk that had only been a few feet from my reach, and cried.
And cried some more! And almost fainted from the horror and fear and terror that was now suffocating me.
The driver of the SUV jumped out of her vehicle, which was still in the spot that she almost hit us, and held my arm so I would not fall. She kept repeating over and over and over through her own tears… “I am so sorry, Wendy. Are you going to be okay? Please forgive me! I am so sorry! I am so sorry, Wendy. Please, PLEASE forgive me.”
The driver did not see us. She was heading east directly into the bright morning sun.
We were walking in the shadow of the trees.
She had just answered her cell phone.
I had just glanced at my cell phone.
And…she had turned too sharply and into the wrong lane.
I believe ALL of our guardian angels…hers, mine, the baby’s…stretched out their gigantic strong arms and stopped that vehicle in its tracks to keep it from hitting the sleeping baby in the stroller and from hitting me.
Divine intervention? Yes, I do believe so because I believe in miracles…and guardian angels. Thank you, Jesus, for watching over my little grandson, and that driver, and me that day.
Lessons learned from that near-fatal accident? Stay off the cell phone when crossing a street while pushing a baby stroller. Stay off the cell phone when driving. Do not cut corners when driving. Turn into the correct lane when taking a corner. Forgive!
To the driver of that vehicle, if you read this blog, I do forgive you. We were triply blessed that day with an ENORMOUS miracle.
Let’s give credit where credit is due…Praise you, Jesus!
“I lay down and slept, yet I woke up in safety, for the LORD was watching over me.” ~Psalm 3:5