Someone's watching out for me

   This morning it snowed for the first time this year.There wasn't very much; just a light, sparse powdering in random spots. I didn't think the roads would be that slick, but I drove a little more cautiously anyway on my way to work.
   Traffic was really bad on the interstate,which is normal, but as I was driving through downtown (which is usually quite clear) I found myself stuck in standstill traffic three blocks away from work, with four minutes left to get parked and in the building before I would be considered late. I forced myself to mentally slow down, especially since the roads were more icy in town than they had been on the interstate.
   I braked for a stoplight, trying to keep a distance of about 40 or 50 feet between me and the new VW Jetta in front of me, but my brakes locked up and I slid. Fast. Out of control. I couldn't veer off to the side; I couldn't do anything.
   "Oh God, no. No. No."
   I wasn't consciously asking God for help. I was taking his name in vain as a statement of dismay. I was about to lay on the horn when the brakes grabbed the solid pavement and I jerked to a stop -- six inches away from the Jetta's bumper.
   People have a tendency to exaggerate when things like this happen, but I think it's safe to say I'm being generous by describing a six-inch gap between me and the other car. I've never, ever in my life, come that close to a wreck, and it horrified me.
   I think my heart rate's been raised enough that I can skip my run tonight.
   I'm the type of person that stays calm under unexpected pressure like that; and then as soon as the danger is past, I lose it and usually end up crying. I drove like a grandma the rest of the way to work and fought back the tears as I turned into the parking lot. I wouldn't have killed or seriously hurt anyone if I had crashed into the back of the Jetta; I wasn't going that fast. Cosmetic (and emotional) damage likely would have been the only outcome. I wanted to cry from relief. There was absolutely no reason for the car to stop all of a sudden, but somehow it did.
   I believe with all my heart that God was 1) protecting me, like he always has, 2) trying to wake me up, and 3) showing me that he isn't spiteful. I didn't deserve his help, but he stepped in just in time. I don't pray or read my Bible like I should, or like I used to; but he's still there. He's watching out for me, and he still loves me even though I ignore him so much.
   I'm really, quite a stupid person sometimes.