It could only have been divine intervention

I avoided a car accident today by a miracle, nothing more.

We were headed to Matthew's basketball game this morning, and running late like always, I was admittedly going a little faster than I should have been on snowy, slushy roads. As I changed lanes and started to slow down to turn right at the stop light, my brakes locked as my tires hit a sheet of ice and my car started to slide...fast. I veered onto the shoulder and, taking out the "singles!" signs posted along the side of the road, passed a line of cars parked on my left waiting to turn at the light and somehow managed to avoid sliding into the steep ditch on my right. As I was shooting forward, I realized that ahead of me there was a light pole and a large utility box slightly to the right, a car waiting to turn directly in front of me, but just to the left there was a gap in the cars. I headed for that.

As someone later told me who watched the whole thing, that car moved forward a just little, and my car shot through the gap into the middle of the intersection...completely unharmed. The light turned green, the traffic started to move, and after sitting for a minute to stop yelling and start breathing, I merged with the oncoming cars and drove off down the road, shaken but whole.

I drove down to the next stoplight, made a U-turn, and came back to the intersection to turn up the street I needed to take to Matthew's game. There at the same patch of ice was a car down in the ditch. That could have been me. That should have been me, if it weren't for the miracle that pushed my car in the only path it could have taken freely.

I thought of my car full of children strapped in their car seats and thanked God for our safety. And I'm so glad we avoided all those insurance and car repair bills, too.