Last Friday I had a small stroke. Fortunately I was in a restaurant with a friend of mine and not at home alone. There are several miracles that happened on Friday. Let me tell you about the first one.

Without warning, my speech became a mess. I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t form the words properly. Then it felt like I was in a tunnel. Life was moving in slow motion. My friend kept asking if I’m okay. By this time I couldn’t reply.

A young woman was serving her customers a few tables away. She looked up and saw what was happening, ran to the table and kept me from falling. Then she started barking orders at people, telling them to “call 911” immediately. She was holding me up while reassuring my friend that “I was going to be okay.” This bright young woman had formerly been an ER nurse. She was taking a break from nursing. Coincidence? No. Divine intervention? Yes.

God is always working in us, on us and through us whether we realize it or not. He was certainly watching over me last Friday, and He hasn’t left my side since. He’s watching you, too…