By Joan May
Years
ago I wanted to fasten a mobile from a beam located on my cathedral
ceiling. I needed to put up a
screw hook to mount it. To do
this, I used a ladder. After
climbing the ladder, I decided to put one foot on the ladder and my other foot
on the top of a nearby wingback chair to position myself. I was going to begin by making a small
starter hole for the screw with a nail and hammer. All of a sudden I realized that the ladder was sliding
away. I knew I was going to
fall. My next awareness was of my
rolling out of the wingback chair as light as a feather with the hammer still
in my hand. Nothing on me was broken or bruised.
I
felt I was not supposed to know what actually took place. It was instead divine intervention. I feel I was saved by the grace of
God.
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