A Silver Shield?

A four-lane highway. A busy intersection. A green light. Mine. I see the other car. But too late. Suddenly, the driver of that car makes a left-hand turn. I scream,"What's he doing?" I grip the steering wheel with both hands. And brace myself for what's about to happen. No time to change direction. No way to avoid the collision that's coming. No time to pray. That sound. Metal against metal. Like an explosion. Then squealing. Screeching. Unwillingly, I surrender control of my Chevy. Skid fifty yards from the point of impact. On three tires. I learn later. The airbag deploys. Its powder sears my hands and arms. Left shoulder and neck hurt. Nasty seatbelt burn. Scared. Shaken. Sore. But alive. And so thankful. At first, I can't recall the answers to some of the questions that emergency personnel quiz me about. Like birthday. Telephone number. Address. But I'm ok, and that kind of information comes back to me. Still, some details about the crash are somewhat illusive. Like what I thought I saw inside my car. Right before the crash occurred. I saw something silver. Like a shield. The top corners of a silver shield. In front of me. Between the on-coming car and me. Ok. I know you're thinking that this little scenario sounds pretty strange. Well, so do I. And I can't prove that I saw anything at all. But I do know one thing for sure: The presence of our loving God was with me and protected me from harm. The following verse from Psalm 28:7a has new meaning for me: The LORD is my strength and my shield. I saw His strength displayed. I felt His shielding presence. Because of His strength and His shield, the other car hit the strongest part of my car--the front tire and axle. Not my door. So, did I really see a silver shield? I don't know. And it's probably not important. I'm just thankful that He takes care of me when I can't take care of myself. Sweet dreams, Deb