Today a woman’s tire flew through the front windshield of my car.
And I could go on and on about the Good Samaritan who stopped to help us in almost the exact same place as another Good Samaritan stopped to deliver our daughter three years ago.
Or about the friend who always shows up.
Or about the fact that my husband had a conference today, and therefore, our front, passenger seat sat empty, and my daughter and I weren't hurt.
Or about the phone calls I fielded all day because apparently, in small communities if you try to ignore people, they force love on you anyway.
Or about a stranger who knelt on the road to pray.
Or about officers who watch chatty three-year-olds while their mothers try unsuccessfully to remember phone numbers.
Or about the protection God blankets us with when shards of glass rain all over our Thursday.
Instead, I will tell you the Sullivan girls walked away unscratched, but one of the other drivers did not. Please pray.