Short Stories

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A Blind Woman Drives
By Lynn Wallace

"The angel of the LORD encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth uthem" (Psalm 34:7).

My mother, legally blind, sat alone in her car when it started to roll. "The car was moving," she told me. "I thought, I've got to do something."

We had just enjoyed our meal at the White Kitchen about ten miles from home. After this we returned to the car. The engine turned over, but neither of us could get it out of park.

What are we going to do? I thought. The Captain, the Lord Jesus Christ, is our hope, but we forgot to pray. Instead we used our human reasoning and it nearly spelled disaster.

I dashed down the sidewalk to a telephone. I called Jack and told him our problem.

" Is the wheel cramped tight against the curb? "If it is, that can put the shift lever in a bind. Pull hard on it, and you may be able to shift it." He asked me to call him back.

Upon returning to the car, I found the right front tire cramped tight against the curb. When the car started up, I yanked hard on the lever. It shifted into reverse. If I shift back into park, the same thing may happen over again, I thought. I left the car running and called my friend.

After a quick message to Jack, I rushed back to the car. I darted back down the sidewalk to the car. Something has happened, I deduced when I saw Mom's ashen white face. Her whole body trembled with fright.

" I almost had an accident," Mom gasped between breaths. "Suddenly, the car started to move across the road. It moved all the way across the street. Two cars crossed behind me. My heart pounded as I expected to be plunged into eternity, but I heard no crash. I've got to do something, I thought. Where's Lynn?

" I lunged across to the driver's seat. Gritting my teeth, I managed to get the car into drive. I drove across the street and parked. And here I am, back where we were."

My heart palpitated. Mom, I thought, cars don't drive themselves. Unseen hands grabbed the wheel and drove the car. I believe an angel guided Mom's hands back across the road. God had performed another one of His miracles. The angel parked the car back in the same spot as I had left it. The shift lever was in park, not reverse, with the engine turned off.

Mom could have been killed, I thought. We still have a good Chrysler God still cares even though I forgot to pray.
Mom had scooted back into the passenger seat. Now it was my turn to drive.

She drew short breaths all the way home. I reached over and felt her racing pulse.

The Captain did not fix the problem, but He sent His angels to protect us from harm. He used Jack to tell me what to do. He directed traffic that day and helped a blind woman to avert disaster. God protects, defends and delivers me. He is my hope when eyes are dim.

Lord, I thank Thee for Thy angels which watch over me. Help me remember God is my hope when things go wrong. In Jesus' name. Amen.

This article was printed in Spiritual Voice News, in Spring 2005, page 7.

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