Tuesday, November 10, 2015


When I was 11, my brother Ken, then 10, and I were playing with our Matchbox cars on a dirt road. In the midst of our play, our mom started yelling from the cabin for us to get away from where we were. We asked her, “Why?”

She replied, “I don’t know, just get away from there.”

We didn’t know why she said that, but we didn’t argue either, so we moved.

When we were about 20 feet away from where we were, we heard a cracking sound. We turned around and watched as a tall old oak tree, 3 feet wide, fell right where we were playing not a moment ago. It was only later on that my brother and I found out that our sister, Cindy, who was 9, had felt that something was going to happen and told our mom to get us to move from the area.

Till this day, we firmly believe that Jesus had a hand in our protection by having our sister tell our mother to have us move.

Rick Olmsted
United States of America

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