Someone to Watch Over Me

As I arrived to church yesterday afternoon, I had to take a few minutes and just sit there. We were early so I had the time.

As I sit there, I try desperately to get my hands to stop shaking and gain my composure. As hard as I try I just couldn't keep the tears from falling.

You see, I just experienced a first for me and I hope to never have to experience it again. Ever.

A mile and 1/2 earlier:

As I was approaching an intersection there was a car coming from the opposite direction waiting for the car in front of me to pass so they could turn left.
If it were me waiting to turn, I was close enough behind that I would have waited for both of us to pass before turning.

Well, this old lady did not wait (or after it happened did not see me) She turned right in front of me as I was entering the intersection. I slammed on my brakes but I did not slow down.
After seeing the car pass me, my worry of her hitting the front of my car vanishes and all I can think about is now she is going to slam into Taylor. When I still didn't feel her hit us, I see the cement barricades that are placed on the side of the road and since I swerved a little to the right I am now going to hit the other side of my car into them. Slamming poor little Parker into it.

After going through the entire intersection and now past the barricades with my foot on the brake I am in a panic of unknown. But as soon as our entire car is safely past all harm, my car comes to a soft stop on the side of the road.

I turn and check the children and they sit peacefully in their seats.
Get out, car is fine, old lady (that needs her drivers license taken away) is fine (only now turned around and stopped in the middle of the road).

I assure her we are fine and she just continues to tell us she saw the car in front of me, but never saw me.
I was completely fine while chatting with her. As soon as I get in the car, Taylor is now hysterical and frightened. I assure her we are alright. As soon as I start to drive away, I can't stop my body from shaking and the tears start swelling. Now it's my 3 year old daughter that is concerned for me and keeps asking what is wrong and assuring me we are fine.

Of course it's fast and testimony meeting so I am just an emotional wreck and any little thing sets me off and the tears just flow.

I am pretty sure Troy thought I was crazy for being so upset over this almost accident, but the thought that my two precious little ones were sitting in the backseat and could have been harmed upsets me.
When we got home and I was telling Troy what happened he asked if there was a problem with the brakes for not working right away.

I am positive the brakes are fine, I just needed to keep my speed up to pass the crazy lady and the barricades. The car doesn't have a mind of it's own so I {know} who it was that stepped in to help me avoid the worse.

Never doubted in my mind who it was.
Never.