Protection

Today we thanked God for keeping us out of a wreck.

We had to go to a dentist, to our dismay, and left unhappy.  But really, who leaves the dentist happy?!  After we had eaten our dinner of hamburgers and fries, we headed home.  We had reached Forgan and stopped for a drink.
  When Mom started pulling out of the parking lot, our suburban, the Ol' Gray Mare, hit the brakes on her own.  Every time Mom pushed the gas, the car would jerk like it was trying to stop, but keep moving.  It did that every few inches and only worsened.  Dad got out and watched Mom drive up the road a little.  Finally, he walked across the main road to a mechanic.  The mechanic came over and looked under the hood.  Driving it a little, the car made an awful scratching, crunching sound by the left front tire.
  The mechanic knew then that it was the wheel bearing!  Dad carefully drove across the road and parked in front of the mechanic's shop.  The mechanic drove to Beaver for parts and we talked about what could have happened. 
  The whole tire could have popped off and caused a wreck, maybe even badly hurt a person.  We looked to each other; and thanked God for protection.  What are the odds of finding the problem in town right by the mechanic?  I am so thankful that God was watching out (and that Mom happened to want a pop), but really the thanks should and will go to God.
  We waited as the Ol' Gray Mare was 'getting her new shoe'.  Outside, the weather changed from quite pretty to really windy, cold, and dirty. 
  It took about an hour and a half before the suburban was ready to roll.  We headed home again and made it safely.  Even stopping to watch part of a track meet.
  I gathered 5 eggs from our 5 hens and stayed inside after that.  It was really windy and gross.  But the day ended well, and no one was hurt.  : )