My husband came into the house to ask me a question. I had been doing dishes, and asked where the boys were. The oldest two boys were only one and two at the time, and were hanging outside with their him. I had no sooner got that question out of my mouth, than we heard a crash. The truck had been pulled into gear, rolled down the yard and into the phone poll across the street. My older son was in the cab of the truck, and my one year old had been standing between the truck and the car trailer attached to it. Both of the boys were screaming, I was freaking out for my kids, and aggravated with my husband. We took our one year old to the ER to make sure everything was ok. There was nothing visibly wrong, but he kept screaming and we needed to make sure that he was ok. At the ER, everything was fine. X-rays came back normal. The only thing we could see, was a few scratches on his little hand.
The day before, the boys and I had driven to the store 20 miles away. We lived in a small town at that time. It had with very little, so we had to go a ways away for much of anything. As I was driving that day, I had a sense that I needed to pray for protection for the boys. This feeling was the strongest over my youngest child. I didn’t understand what was going on. I wasn’t sure how to pray, so I just prayed in the spirit. I prayed until I had peace. Afterwards, I thought it was odd and just got busy and forgot about it.
After everything had calmed down, I realized what God had done. My husband was an unbeliever, but this was one of many times that he got to see the power of God taking care of our family.
Melicia Evans 