Ever wonder how many times you've barely escaped disaster and not even realized it? Or how many scrapes you'll have before you catch it head-on? If it weren't for the Almighty's merciful protection I think the ratio would be a lot more lopsided. Close calls aren't fun, but they sure beat the real McCoy. They put things in perspective too. We never know when something might happen to alter our lives forever; when we'll just be cruising along, not suspecting anything, and get blindsided. Fortunately when it does happen, the same God who protects us is right there to comfort, sustain, and heal.   ¶ 9:43 PM