Traveling Home--July 7

On the train in the Denver Airport with Uncle Kev, Auntie M, Isaac and Lydia

On a pit stop in Trinidad, Colorado. The girls were still in p.j. s until here.

I've been meaning to blog about this since it happened. We were really impressed with God's graciousness and protection on our road trip and the few days following. Only a few miles before we arrived at home, there was an accident with a fatality that must have happened moments before we came upon it (we saw on the news that the police closed the interstate within minutes of our passing), and we thanked God that Casey had decided to pull over near Santa Fe just so I could change Haley's dirty diaper. It may have made the difference between our involvement in the accident or not. A few days later, on Casey's commute home from work, he witnessed an 8-car pile-up right in front of him.

Of course, God would still be good and gracious if we had been involved in either accident, but we are so grateful for these glimpses of how very often God spares us from grief and sadness. Most of the time we are completely unaware of His sustaining and protective hand in our lives.