Did you see what didn't just happen?, Part 2

David Allen Brown


I recall one morning almost 20 years ago when I went upstairs to get my 1 year old daughter up from her crib and she was gone. I was panicked beyond words.

Screaming,”call the police”, running outside, trying to figure out if someone had taken her or if she got out on her own. She was just learning to walk. I was beside myself.

I jumped in my car and as I tore around the corner to drive up my street to see if I could see anything, I was floored by the site of my one year old daughter toddling down the street in the center of the road at least 8 houses away from our home. It was still semi-dark outside and she had wandered out the patio door when we had opened it to let the dog out for a walk.

I didn’t let her out of my sighht for a month at least after that and I thanked God non stop that entire day for not letting her little adventure become a horror story. It was the Grace of God that had prevented her from being run over. She had easily been in that road for 10 to 15 minutes.

Another”"Thank you God moment" “ that I can recall happened when she was five and climbed over the rail at the train station in Disneyworld. As she was flipping over the rail head first where she would have dropped 15 feet to the concrete below, I was videotaping and I saw her out of the corner of my eye.

It was just in time to reach out and grab her ankle with my one free hand. There she was, hanging in the air upside down 15 feet in the air suspended by my one hand grip.

There I stood with one hand holding a video camera and another holding onto my daughters leg like I was proudly displaying the catch of the day. What were the odds that I would have seen her to my extreme left while I was videotaping facing the other direction with one eye closed and the other in my camera? I don’t know. You tell me.

I caught the whole thing on film. It still makes me shudder whenever I watch it. I have a hundred, maybe a thousand stories ( I have four kids but three out of four times it was Elke, lol) of times where I believe God intervened. You just have to give God credit where credit is due.

These were all instances that Satan meant for damage to be done. For death and injury to fall on us but God intervened and made many of them forgettable moments for us. We are so blessed that He is there when Satan is trying his best to break us.

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