Yesterday was a close call. A bit too close.
I was driving home from work, singing along to the radio, when I reached a stoplight near the freeway. I waited for the light to turn green, and nonchalantly accelerated into the intersection as soon as it did. Time seemed to slow down as something caught my peripheral vision. I looked to my left and hesitated slightly due to the shock of a pick-up truck, which was just getting off of the freeway and ignoring their red light, streaking toward me at a very fast speed. As soon as my brain registered the danger, I bolted out of the intersection. I heard their tires squeal as the other car slid right past the back of my car and realized I had almost been t-boned and possibly killed in a serious car accident.

As I drove the rest of the way home, I considered what had just happened. What a blessing my car didn't stall! What if I had driven through the intersection just moments later, and was now disabled or no longer alive? After this experience, I felt the most protected that I have been my entire life, besides perhaps surviving the dangerous adventure of living in Honduras, which is known as the country with the
highest murder rate.
There was a time on my mission when my companion and I were running to catch a bus to take us back to our apartment at the end of a long day. She was several yards ahead of me, as we ran at the edge of the road. In the distance ahead I saw a man, who was very drunk, stagger our way. The glint of a machete came from his hand. (Machetes are very commonly used in Honduras, sometimes to cut the lawn or manage vines,
My dear friends Hermana Judd and Meese living it up on a P-day
do household chores like shucking corn,
and sometimes, I imagine, to kill.) I gasped as I saw his machete swing toward my companion as she ran past him. The small buffer between them was enough that she came away unscathed.
We are bombarded daily by danger heading toward us, whether it be a careless driver, the machete of a drunkard, pornography, dishonesty, gossip, or any other sin. We must allow God to protect us from these dangers by keeping His commandments. The Spirit can prompt us and help us stay safe. Experiences like this remind me that my purpose is not yet fulfilled on the earth. I am so grateful for the protection received from striving to
live the gospel of Jesus Christ.