by Debbie Wilson @DebbieWWilson
One Wednesday evening, my daughter Ginny opened a letter saying her insurance agency had suspended her comprehensive and collateral car coverage. She thought it was a mistake, because her records showed they’d continued to withdraw payments from her account.
She called Thursday and discovered they had indeed canceled her insurance. They said they’d sent two emails (that must have gone to spam) asking for a signature our state required. We worked together to email the signature that afternoon. They received it but said it could take seven business days to reinstate her coverage.
Rain poured all afternoon—as expected. In the early evening, the wind suddenly gained force. The crepe myrtle branches outside my kitchen window swirled as if agitated in a giant washing machine. Whoa! I’d heard Hurricane Michael wasn’t bringing strong winds.
I sprinted to the front porch to check on the larger trees near our house. We have a circle drive, in our wooded front yard, where our kids park their cars. We moved their cars for Hurricane Florence to protect them from flying debris. But Hurricane Michael wasn’t supposed to bring much wind.
I was horrified to see a giant gumball tree leaning precariously in the direction of Ginny’s uninsured parked car. “Ginny,” I yelled to my daughter. She needed to move her car quickly!
Ginny joined me on the porch just in time to hear a loud crack and watch the tree’s slow-motion fall. “My car!” Ginny screamed.
We helplessly watched the tree fall the very day we learned Ginny’s car was not covered by insurance.
After the tree settled I shouted over Ginny’s wails, “The trunk missed! Those are small branches you see. The trunk missed your car!”
It took a few moments to process the miracle. While regretting not noticing the wind a few minutes sooner, I realized that, too, was God’s protection. Had Ginny been trying to exit the driveway. she would have moved directly into the path of the falling tree. Instead of a near miss, Ginny and her car would have taken a direct hit and been squashed.
Not only did the trunk just miss her car, the largest branch headed in the opposite direction from it. The impact that broke the pavement missed her bumper by a few inches.
Ginny and I feel we witnessed a miracle. How many times a day does God protect us and we do not recognize it?
Our experience that day reminded me we never know when a storm will come and assault our health, finances, or relationships. But we don’t need to fear them. We need to rest in the protective shelter of the Most High. The Lord covered us when insurance failed. There may be many kinds of storms, but only one refuge.
Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.” Psalm 91: 1-2 NLT
About the author: Debbie W. Wilson is an ordinary woman who has experienced an extraordinary God. Drawing from her personal walk with Christ, twenty-four years as a Christian counselor, and decades as a Bible teacher, Debbie speaks, writes, and coaches to help women discover relevant faith. She is the author of Little Women, Big God and Give Yourself a Break. She and her husband, Larry, founded Lighthouse Ministries in 1991. Share her journey to refreshing faith at her blog. debbieWwilson.com
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