On the way to physical therapy yesterday, Scott and I stopped to see the tire tracks I’d been told remained from last week’s accident. Coworkers who’d seen them said they were bad and described how far off the road they went. Just like I’d needed to see my car, I needed to see that field.
The marks in the ground, the drop off the road, all of it made me thankful all over again.
“For He will give His angels orders concerning you, to protect you in all your ways.”