I was put out of work last week. My contract was canceled. Friday was my last day and today I found out why.
This morning, my first day without work, I drove the car to the joint that usually does my oil changes. "Mr. Nichols, I'm afraid I've found a pretty serious problem you should see. Step out here in the bay and let me show you."
Oh, boy. Something else to wriggle myself out of—again.
"See here," he pointed. "You've got a broken spring and it's real close to the sidewall of your tire."
It was! And it was! Unbounded Danger with a capital D! You should see how dagger-sharp and vicious-looking that rear spring is. Holy cow! And that nasty point is only this far from the tire! Yikes! That spring has already developed a personality—and it ain't a pretty one! I made an appointment for first thing in the morning to get it replaced.
If I had been working today, I would not have gone for the oil change. I probably wouldn't have gone for another couple of Saturdays. The broken spring may not have been spotted for a good while.
- Who but my God knows when a tragedy might have struck out there on The Big City freeway?
- Who but Jesus knows if My First Wife has already been rescued from a serious incident at 95th and Metcalf?
- Some of our friends, and our grandkids, have been guarded against who knows what.
- Long ago, when we didn't even know it, He extended his right hand to protect us. Not only that, but we have enough cash to pay for this expensive repair.
For I am the Lord your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, "Do not fear. I will help you."—Isaiah 41:13
I know that the Lord saves his anointed; He answers him from His holy heaven with the saving power of His right hand.—Psalm 20:6