My friend, author
shares reasons for thanksgiving to God.
By Erma M. Ullrey
As we buckle into our seats, my hubby Bert prays before even
starting the car. After two near collisions in the past two weeks, neither of
us will go anywhere without asking the Lord for His divine protection. Here’s
We were driving home from our annual family retreat in
Sunriver, OR, when our first near collision occurred. We’d spent five wonderful
days playing games, sitting in a hot tub, taking long walks, and catching up
while stuffing our faces. All of it our idea of a relaxing family time.
On the two-lane road that takes us home to Idaho, we
listened to a favorite pastor’s sermon. The beautiful autumn leaves, the crisp
air, and two hot coffees to-go always make the six-hour drive enjoyable.
About four hours into it, we began the descent from the
steepest point of our drive. There isn’t a guard rail or much shoulder between
us and a beautiful valley below.
“Oh, Lord,” we breathed. Coming up the hill from the
opposite direction, a sedan decided to pass a semi-truck in front of it. At
that moment, it was as though the Lord created a median. Our car passed within
inches of that sedan.
Neither of us could ever recall passing so close as to see a
driver’s eye color, hair style, or clothing. God performed a miracle that day,
and we thank Him that His hand is never short, and always outstretched toward
The next collision occurred one week later. We were on our
way to a prayer meeting that began at 8:45 a.m. at our church. In typical
fashion, I was running two minutes late. I announced, “We should’ve left the
house at 8:30. It’s 8:32.” My long-suffering husband said nothing, dutifully
started the car, and we were on our way.
I looked at the dashboard clock. 8:45. We had another two
streets and two more 4-way stops before we’d arrive at church. “Lord, I promise
to get up five minutes earlier next Sunday.” That was my prayer when I heard
Bert say, “Oh, God.” Mind you, he never says, “Oh, God.” Gosh or goodness, yes.
But he sincerely meant, Oh, God!
An SUV in front us had turned left at the intersection. A
car from the opposite direction broadsided the SUV at full speed. That driver
hadn’t seen his stop sign. The SUV hit one of the stop signs, preventing it
from going into a ditch, and rolled over onto the other driver’s car.
By God’s grace, both drivers walked away from the accident!
Bert helped the woman in the SUV, who had minor cuts and scrapes. The other
driver’s airbag had deployed, and other than shock and sincere sorrow, he was
fine. I called 9-1-1, and then directed traffic through the 4-way stop.
Yes, that SUV could’ve been us. But the moral of the story isn’t – Don’t be late for prayer meeting/church! It is, however, to pray and praise the Lord. Whether we feel or see it, He is always working for our good and for His glory.