My husband and I are extremely bad for not using our seat belts. Me personally, I am afraid of being involved in an accident, trapped by the belt unable to brake free, I guess I watch too many shows on the television. There was a particular day we had to take a trip and were in a mad rush to get to a doctors appointment. No less from an auto accident I had been rear-ended, we did not have enough time to take our daughter to her grandmother’s house first, so we decided to go straight to the doctor’s office, and then my husband would take her to his mother’s house after he dropped me off….
We lived in the little town called Bluefield; it was about 10- miles from the doctor’s office. We traveled the interstate the major part of the journey, and then turned off to a side road for the last mile or so. My little girl was a baby 8- months old. I did not have a car seat in my car. I was holding her on my lap. I, for some reason or another decided to put her in the seat beside of me, and put the seat belt on her. I just had an unsettling feeling, as if someone was whispering to me get her off my lap….
I had ridden with her on my lap more times, than I care to remember, this time was different, it was about one minute later I had just enough time to buckle her up and get my eyes focused back on the road in front of me. I was about to observe a wreck. We were about to become involved in a horrific car crash, my head smashed hard into the windshield just about knocked the front windshield out of the vehicle with the force of the impacted, and my face busted the front dash in half.
My little girl was screaming in an eerie earth shattering tone; I was so petrified, I will never forget that day. I collected my senses, and realized my head was still attached too my body--- it was only half the hair, I once owned was jammed in the front windshield of the newly totaled car. In a blink of an eye, the automobile became over a foot shorter from the force of the impact.
I turned to sneak a quick look at my baby not even one tiny scratch on her beautiful little body. I knew that moment we had a very special passenger in the car that day an Angel. We all are creatures of habit, and constantly seem to do the same things. I would have never buckled my baby without that special traveler in the automobile warning me. The Angle softly whispered in my ear that day.
Nevertheless, I am so thankful that the Angel needed a ride, and whispering in my ear, and made me lesson that day. If I had been holding my lovely child, she would have unquestionably ended up dead. I know that was just one of many countless miracles. I strive to keep my ears open wide in order to hear the faintest little murmur from heavenly attendants. I thank (GOD) endlessly for sending an Archangel to hitch a ride with us that day….
I absolutely believe this. I too hear whispers which when I obey have direct perceptible impact on my life...frequently.
Whether it was an angel or the Holy spirit, I believe it is the latter, and requires discernment and knowledge of the L0rd's Loving Ways.