It seems like everyone has a story about that moment in life when they did something completely out of the norm, and had no explanation for why they did it other than divine intervention. I love stories like that, so I thought I'd share mine and hope some of you will post a comment and share yours too!
My son Isaac is deathly allergic to peanuts. We have to be very careful about the products we bring in the house because so much is manufactured on equipment that processes peanuts. The biggest problem is that not all packaging has proper warnings, and some stuff seems to be worse than other stuff. For snack crackers we often buy a big variety pack from Costco that is made in a peanut-free facility. Last winter though someone had brought over a box of Ritz crackers. I had looked over the box of Ritz and saw absolutely no warnings about peanuts, but was pregnant with Nahshon at the time and my mushy brain didn't even think about the fact that Ritz makes peanut butter sandwich crackers. Normally I will just leave a pack of crackers on the counter and let the kids help themselves. One afternoon the kids were wanting some of the Ritz crackers, and being just a couple weeks away from my due date I was very tired and wanted to lay down and rest my feet. For some reason I decided to take the crackers with me while I laid down to watch the news, so the kids had to come in and ask me for some when they wanted to eat them. Imagine my shock and horror when I tore the package all the way open and found peanut butter all down the side of the crackers! It started about half way down, so if I had not torn open the entire sleeve, I would not have noticed it until the kids had eaten down to that point. There wasn't just a little either, it was a huge slathering from halfway all the way down to the bottom. I cannot even imagine what would have happened if I had just left them on the counter like usual to let the kids help themselves. Needless to say, Ritz crackers have never been allowed in our house since!
My second story happened when I was 17. I was on my way to work, and was stopped at a light. I've always been a careful driver; never the type to punch the gas the moment the light turned green. For some reason on this particular day when the light turned green I suddenly remembered my dad telling me to always wait a few seconds and look both ways before entering an intersection to make sure no other cars were coming through at the last minute. Even though my light had been green long enough that any normal person behind me would have honked, something held me back and made me look before entering the intersection. At that moment a car charged through a red light, going easily 50 mph in a 35 mph zone. Had I entered the intersection in a normal frame of time, my car would have been totaled.
The only explanation I have for both of these events is divine intervention from God.
If you have a story, I'd love to hear it so feel free to share!