It was Christmas Eve, 1998. All my family, sisters, their kids and all the grand kids were on their way to my house in 2 hours.  I had invited a young Frenchman from the local Youth With A Mission
base to spend Christmas Eve with us. He had no car and I needed to drive a 45 mile round trip to bring him to my home. I was bustling about, with last minute preparations. Then it started  to snow...BIG wet soggy flakes, coming down so fast. And it was rush hour! On Christmas Eve... with last minute shoppers and workers headed home.

As I was putting on my coat to leave... I thought... maybe I better check with God, to make sure I should go pick Max up. I whispered my prayer of thanksgiving for all the good that day, my praise music  tape was still playing in the recorder, and I asked God... "should I go?" There was peace in my heart. A vision of Max being blessed  by being in a home that spoke French for Christmas, so far away from  his home. I knew the snowy road would make me late for my own  party, and called my sister to tell her, "I would leave the door  unlocked, and for all to come in and start without me. " I didn't even try the highway! Down the back way... , but probably faster in the long run. 'Take your time, don't rush', kept
playing in my head. I came to the end of the road and had to turn down a huge long steep hill. As I got up to it... I could see cars  scattered in a jumbled jig-saw, all over the road on the way down the hill. I tried to stop, but the car just slid right on into the turn down the hill! Oh Lord! Protect me, my car, and everyone else
on the hill. I was headed straight for the side of a car stopped crosswise in the street... the man's eyes in my headlights, were as big as pumpkins, as he thought I was going to ram him. My car turned suddenly and missed that car by inches. That scenario was repeated 5 times on the way down the hill... my car was in a slide, and no amount of pumping the brake, or anything else diminished it's downhill progress. All the way down the hill, I prayed... protect me, my car and everyone else. Each miss, I shouted hallelujah! Thank you Lord! When I finally reached the bottom of the hill, somehow, mercifully, the car stopped before I entered the intersection, full of cars! I sat there for at least 5 minutes collecting myself, and reliving each near hit. Finally, I said, "Ok Lord, now what do You
want me to do?" The same peace I had had filled me again, and I  proceeded to the YWAM base, WITHOUT any further incident!

It was a great Christmas Eve... and Max and all my family were truly blessed in the celebration of the birth of our Lord.  And if you think the story ends here.... it doesn't. 3 days later, I was vacuuming out my car. On the floor, behind the driver's seat was a large, fluffy white feather! I started to vacuum it up, when  it struck me... where did that feather come from??? I picked it up... and looked at it... and tried to think who, or what might have been in my car that would shed such a fine white, fluffy, perfectly shaped feather? That feather is pinned to my bulletin board, right in front of me now. I won't try to tell you it is an angel's feather... but God uses many things to tell us of His love and care, and grace... and I think He was giving me a "confirmation" that His will is what kept me, my car and the other drivers on that hill safe
from harm that Christmas Eve night. The saying, "With God, there are no accidents." takes on new meaning for me in light of this miracle. Seek Him, and He will find you.

In His Love
NuDaySong