Protection… Divine protection? I can think of a few.
The first time was a long, long time ago…
Pain’s branding iron pierced my right side. Tears rolled hot. I was alone. I was a boy. And I was dying… I knew it.
Standing straight was out of the question. So hunched and holding my side I made it to the phone.
Pain’s fingers strangled my voice to a whisper.
“Please, I need to talk to my mom.”
I waited and whispered a painful prayer.
My mom walked and whispered a fervent prayer.
In that instant when we whispered…
The pain vanished forever, before she reached the phone.
No theology, I just know it was real. God intervened—and I was healed.
That was the first time I can remember—there have been more.