I have always had a fear of driving on a highway, especially several narrow lanes where the cars are going at least 70 mph. I've had many miracles upon changing lanes or entering a freeway--that there is an open space for me to easily enter, and I attribute that to the fact that I pray before, during, and after such excursions. Nevertheless, I prefer my husband to drive, and I try not to look because he is an impulsive jerky speedster upon occasions. And many times I have been saved from death miraculously when he was driving. During such times, I have anxiety attacks. I raise my level of oxygen, lean the seat back, take an aspirin that is in the car for such cases.
Last Thursday, I had to drive down to Fallbrook by myself. I'd done it before, but it was frightening to me. Before I left, I sat in the car and pled with Heavenly Father to watch over me, and that I would travel safely. As soon as I turned around the corner from our house, I heard 3 distinct beeps from my portable oxygen concentrator. I wondered why it was beeping, and turned to find it wasn't in the car next to me. Hmm, maybe I left it in the back of the car, so I turned around and went home to look in the back of the car. It wasn't there. I checked the engine to see if anything was wrong. No.
So I knocked on our door and asked Mike if my concentrator was in the chair by our bedroom. YES! It was. I was overcome with emotion that I would hear the exact sound of my concentrator, so I could have oxygen when I was driving. How blest I felt.
(The next day, I even drove with Mike in the car and asked him to take off his seat belt to make sure the beeps had not come from the seat belt. I heard 'ding, ding, ding' but no 'beeping' like my oxygen concentrator.) It just verified the blessing I had been given.
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