The first memory that comes to mind concerning God’s protection is of my crossing 10th street , bouncing my basketball, paying no heed to oncoming traffic. (Well, I HAD the right of way.) Although I was traveling with the lights, good little girl that I always was, a car came barreling around the corner and screeched to a halt just before it “tapped” me on the shin. Another childhood incident revolved around a faith proclamation and darts aimed just above my head. ‘Tis said that God protects fools and children; in that case he did both. (Okay, moms, just imagine your thought process were you to walk in on your children playing, only to find one throwing darts at the other whose head was squarely centered in front of the dartboard bull’s-eye. My mom, on the other hand, never learned of this escapade.) And then there was the electrocution – something about bare feet, saltwater, and a frayed electrical cord. My mother was God’s instrument of protection that time.
As one grows up, matures, or simply gets older, the protection extends past the mere physical, as He gently guides your steps regarding friends and environment. Close calls, embarrassing situations, questionable peers and the consequences thereof – all avoided by God’s grace alone.
All this before I even committed myself to Christ – some call it prevenient grace. Regardless, like a child is protected within his mother before he is born, so God protects us before we know anything – and for some of us that takes a very long time.
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