My Personal Protector

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Today there was a powerful but brief  storm  in Chicago.  There is a certain symmetry and beauty to a storm, and I couldn’t help but take a brief peek out the window and that was when I saw a huge limb fall near my car.  I can’t explain it, but I knew it was going to fall and I also knew there was nothing I could do if it did.  I have a convertible and braced myself but the tree didn’t fall on top of my car but fell a few inches away and surrounded Scarlett (my red Mustang).  I already knew there was Higher Power who I call the Creator, but that incident only solidified my belief.  It is a comfort to know that Someone has my back and is watching over me.  Some might say,  it was luck,  an act of nature,  or even an act of God.  Maybe I did something wrong and was being punished?  I don’t believe that.  I choose to believe that the Creator was looking out for me and I feel blessed and am very grateful.

Whatever your belief or faith is, I hope you believe in a power greater than yourself.  I am a follower of Jesus Christ and He said if you have the faith of a mustard seed, you can move mountains, and He also talks about worrying and faith.  He said if God protects and feeds the birds and even the grass, how much more will the Creator protect us?  When  people let you down, when the world lets you down,  and when it seems like the very forces of nature are out to get you, go inward and seek the Spirit that is within you, and you will see what I saw and experience what I experienced today,  divine intervention and the power of something greater than ourselves.

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