Sometimes God tells you His answer in a car crash.

Today was my Boy Dolphyn's parent/teacher conference.

It started snowing this morning around 7am. I remember thinking, "I wonder how the roads will be come 1 o'clock when I need to drive to the school." I shook it off...this is Texas ya know, the weather could very well reach 70, regardless as to what The Weather Channel says, with how unstable it is here.

It continued to snow. All day.

12:30 rolls around and I hop in the car, figuring I would need to drive carefully and I'd rather be oober early to the school than late. I say a quick prayer: "God, help me drive on these streets, help me make it to the school safely for this conference."

And I proceed to drive....

...only to come to a slow spin as I turn the corner. It's frightening when breaking does nothing. Thank God my neighbor's car was not parked in front of her house. I would've ran into it.

I pull out of the middle of the street, park, and say another, more detailed prayer: "God, please help the tires to have traction on these roads. Please bring my angels to help keep me safe, to shield me and to help the car function properly. Please bring me to the school and back safely, with no problems....."

This is when I think, "I could reschedule. The teacher will understand."

I debate myself with, "But I need to not fear a slick road. I need to get over that."

Before I allowed my thoughts to carry on, I end my prayer with, "And if You feel I shouldn't go, let me know."

So I CRAWL down the street, take the turn like a boss and wait at the stop before pulling out onto roads that seemed to be in far better shape than my 'hood.

I'm seeing the answers to my prayers unfolding before me until a neighbor slowly pulls into the neighborhood and hits me.

A lovely fender bender.

No one is hurt, she is apologetic, and I am realizing that it was God's telling me to reschedule...and God's allowing of this accident to tell me I needed to stay home.

I call Mr Hunter to come down and assess the damage. I'm assuming we'd need a new rear fender. I didn't dare look. I didn't want to come off like I was going to find as much damage as possible in front of the person who regretfully hit me. Neither is my 1997 Jeep Grand Cherokee anything to shout about and cry over if it got hit with the issues it already has (read: NO HEAT, transmission issues, wants to die at idle).

But there was NOTHING. No dings, no scratches, no paint smears.

The lady's car was a little worse for wear, but not by much. "I had just got this car out of the shop today, too!" she exclaimed.

I had Mr Hunter drive the car home, now that I'm permanently scarred for life. ;)

But I found the tender mercies of the Lord today. I found that the Lord didn't want me on the road. Maybe I'm the world's worst driver and he stopped me from hurting myself and anyone else that may be in my way. Maybe he wanted to make sure His children would be safe if one spun out of control on a patch of ice and me being on the road would hinder that.

Maybe He just had something better in mind. Maybe I shouldn't question it.

Sometimes we don't know why God allows things to happen. But as I grow older and strive to keep a solid connection with my God and Lord and the Holy Ghost, I have found just how often we are taken care of. Those little coincidences are never mere coincidences. "Oh, I'm glad I thought of that!" or "What a coincidence that I got this job just as I was laid off from my other job!" or "What a coincidence that I needed something and someone had it!" or "How nice that it's overcast today as I'm working outside in this heat."

Nope, those are God and his angels saying, "Hey you! I love you! I've got your back. I'll keep watch over you. Don't let those hard times bother you, you're in my care! I will make it better. You do your best and I will do the rest. You're mine to care for and I will."