On the Treadmill of Life....

This past week at work, I had the opportunity to eat lunch with my granddaughter, Caelee. We went to the Gazebo and had a sandwich, fruit, and a drink. After that, she wanted to do a "power walk" (it was actual 2 full out sprints) upstairs on the jogging track. Finally, the last item on the itinerary before I had to go back to work, was the treadmill. Caelee had never used a treadmill before, so at first, she took tiny steps very quickly to try to match the speed of the treadmill. We speeded it up a little and it wasn't long and she was walking the right speed, even using her little arms like she was suppose to. Then, for no apparent reason at all, she stopped and bent over. She had a mosquito bite that itched and she had to stop for that. As you can imagine, when she stopped, the treadmill kept going and I had to snatch her from the jaws of the dreaded "drop off" onto the floor. It made me wonder how many times on the treadmill of life, I've stopped to "scratch a mosquito bite" and God has snatched me from the "jaws of death" with a quick and loving pair of "Heavenly Father Hands". I'm sure more times than I could ever imagine. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for being there for me, always!