A Reason for Thanks

 It was all in slow motion.  I was looking at my speedometer, then looked up and saw the truck in front of me swerve right.  Just yards in front of me were two  chairs that had blown out of some one's pickup.  I didn't have time to react.  Yet my hands moved calmly to the right on the steering wheel and then just as quick swerved left to avoid the pickup who had hit his brakes in panic mode and was in the right lane kiddy corner to the chairs.  I felt panic myself, but calm.  As I realized I had just shot an impossible seeming gap with my mini van, possibly within inches of each obstacle, I praised God.  It felt like someone had taken the wheel for me, in fact, I know someone did.  My mind is too slow to react that fast.  All I could do was whisper thank you Jesus for saving my family from losing their mama.