Seeing miraculous intervention should remind us of the countless unseen times that God intervenes on our behalf.
A couple of weeks ago, I was driving into work. I was traveling on a different path than was normal for me because I had to pick up coffee boxes for visiting employers who were interviewing our students. I was tired. It had been a long week, but it was all good things. My school had hosted a career fair the day before and the interviews were spillover.
I was happy that things were back to normal for our students after two years of slogging through Covid regulations. They were getting in person career fairs and interviews, but it had kept me planning and moving non-stop and I was exhausted.
The road I was traveling on was busy, even at 7:00 in the morning. It wasn’t quite light outside and the cars out on the road raced from stop light to stop light, changing lanes to get around a bus or a slower vehicle.
I was thankful I didn’t travel this road everyday. There was way too much traffic for me. It was like a Frogger game playing out in real time.
As we approached what felt like the 100th traffic light, there was only one car in front of me and I happily realized I was going to catch a green one.
Then I saw the girl on a scooter sailing across the crosswalk with her blond ponytail flying behind her obviously trying to beat the light and it immediately occurred to me that the car in front of me was not going to stop. She hit her and the girl flew off of her scooter onto the pavement.
I sat alone in my car, stunned and repeatedly uttered the only words that would come out, “My God, My God,” as tears filled my eyes.
Miraculously, she jumped right back up. A pedestrian came out of nowhere to assist. The driver who hit her got out to check on her, but she waved both of them away and walked off with her scooter.
The driver who hit her returned to her car. The light turned green again and we all drove away.
I was shaken to the core for the rest of the day. The girl on the scooter was someone’s beloved child and she had been spared. The woman who hit her had been spared of a lifetime of guilt if there had been a different outcome.
I had no words for the horror and despair I felt in that moment. I just called out to God and I’ve no doubt the Holy Spirit intervened.
Romans 8:26 tells us, “In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.”
Never before had that verse held more meaning for me.
I felt a deep reminder of the graciousness of God deep within my soul. That day, I saw Him intervene and for that I am so very thankful, but He intervenes for us constantly in ways we never see and perhaps the unseen intervention deserves even more thanks.
Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.
Have an awesome day!
Wendy 🙂
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