Yesterday my car broke down. The AA man (who appeared exactly 7 minutes after I rang) told me that there had been a small fire in the engine.
That’s right. A small fire.
A tiny part of my engine could have meant the end of our car, or me…or the kids…

It is amazing to think what we are spared from. God’s has commanded His angels concerning me to guard me in all my ways. The same goes for you.
He has deployed them. They are in your living room. Standing guard at your bedside. Watching your house. Protecting your children.

As I looked at the small piece of scarred blackened plastic that used to house the fuse box in my engine, I realised how good angels are at fire fighting too.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

The lack of car meant we might have to forgo travelling down to Essex for Christmas. But one of our Grow Group family has lent us his car. So Christmas is as planned in Hancockville.

Isn’t God kind?!
(The image here is by my friend Ollie Pengilley who is the most fabulous prophetic artist!!)