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Excellent story. Thanks for sharing.
I love this article and the reminder to "listen". The other day my husband was clearly told to drive off from a fast food place after paying but before receiving his order. He first thought was about the $$ he would waste and the voice came again clearly. Before he could stop to consider, it came again for a 3rd time and he drove off. We don't know why, maybe he needed to be on his way to avoid an accident. Maybe he would have gotten sick. I am thankful he listened even when it didn't make sense.
P.S. There are quite a few distracting errors/typos in this article. Do you guys edit before publishing or did a typist make the errors?
This is a wonderful reminder for all of us. Thank you.
Years ago, while cleaning leaves off the roof and out of gutters, I put the ladder up to a second story and felt I should not go up. I wrote if off as a passing fear and climbed anyway. Most of the leaves came off but one bunch on the edge wasn't budging. The spirit prompted not to go to that corner of the roof. Chiding myself, I went anyway, bent down to get the offending twig and leaves and my feet went out from under me. Time slowed down. I grabbed and broke branches, bent the gutter and fell 28 feet. The hands of angels seemed to enfold me, guiding my fall sideways onto a big plastic garbage can. My wife later said, "I thought I was watching my husband fall to his death." Six inches one way would have landed my head on cement steps. A foot in the other direction and a sprinkler riser would have speared me. Five days in the hospital with five broken ribs, two cracked lumbar and bruising from head to toe - yet I felt strangely fortunate and humbly grateful for merciful help... and God's gentile kindness when we fail to listen.
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