So I woke up about 6:20 this morning to go woodcutting with two guys in my church, Trevor and Clif, and Clif's small son (About eight or so). I figured it'd be un-eventful... We had about six or seven trees to take down, some being tall, and it was a little hairy at times, but we got 'em almost all down when it happened... Clif was cutting some of the smaller limbs off of a downed tree when his chainsaw kicked back and hit him in the leg near his foot, giving him three pretty deep gashes. They weren't pretty at all, but he didn't hit bone, an artery, and could still move his foot/toes, thank the Lord. God was watching out for him, definitely! Then, because it wasn't horrible, but still was hospital-worthy, I drove him to the ER while Trevor finished up. I had my Learner's Permit on me, so it was fine, because Clif sat in the front seat with his son in-between us. Now, here's how I can tell God was watching out for me/us:
I'd never, ever driven that truck before. It was a large Ford F-250, probably early 90's model, and had a decent-sized load of wood in the back, obscuring about a third of the rear-view mirror. The right-hand mirror wasn't usable, because it was configured for a taller person, and the left-hand mirror wasn't too great, but it was okay. When we left, I prayed for a safe drive and that Clif would be okay and such. It was a forty-five minute drive or so. Starting out, probably fifteen-twenty minutes of country roads that I'd never driven on. I saw two people pull in behind us, but neither followed us far, thank God, because I couldn't really see behind me too well. Then, on the main roads, the traffic was sparse, though it was supposed to be congested! Farther down, the traffic was backing up a lot in the right lane, but the left lane was significantly clearer for no apparent reason! We pulled into Trevor's driveway, which was on the way, to get some more bandage-friendly materials than his cut jeans, then headed to the hospital. Before we left, we moved some of the wood so I could see more easily, which helped in the city. It was a safe, good drive to the ER from there, and his dad met us there, and the rest is just standard hospital stuff.
God is SO good

. I was going 5-12 over most of the time because I was headed to a hospital, and it was just amazing how much God came through for us! Clif'll be completely fine, which is awesome. Once again, God is good. I'm so thankful for all He did for me, including the fact that He helped me not to lose my cool when Clif got hurt. It was a pretty nasty gash. Chainsaw wounds are ugly.
Anyway, just wanted to share that story of how I can tell God provides!