The day God spared our lives.

On a typical morning right before I leave the house, I pause. I pray. I thank God for the provisions He has provided and I ask Him to protect those provisions.

Most days I go about whatever my calling is for the day without second thought of God’s protection.

The cycle repeats.

For 1,093 days.

Until today.

Today marks the last Saturday I have free, until surgery.

Even though I am still fighting a head cold, I knew there were some items that needed to be crossed off my list to help prepare.

Burn the boxes.

Clean the bathroom.

Clean the toilet.

Do the laundry.

I carried the toilet outside and let it rest, started the generator for the laundry and lit mount saint Amazon on fire (in the fire pit of course).

After the quarterly toilet clean, I knew I needed to top off the generator, and that’s when I saw it.

How it happened?

No idea.

But it was in that moment, on this day, that I knew. I knew God spared us.

This could have been an explosion that would have taken out THE121, me and of course Maggie Marie.

AND. YET.

God spared us.

I’ve spent some time reflecting this afternoon on the goodness of God.

Is He good because He spared us?

Of course.

Would He still be good if He took us?

Yes.

I believe God still has healing in His heart for this girl at THE121.

I cannot not thank the Lord, that on this Saturday, in the summer, He chose to save our lives.