When You Pass through the Waters

Returning from visiting family on Christmas Day, I hit a flood at a speed exceeding 50mph. The road was dark, and the murky waters blended into the colour of the tarmac. Storm Eva had been soaking Britain and would do so for the next 24 hours (she would be joined by her cousin Frank a week later in furthering the family business). It was like hitting a wall as my bumper hit the deep puddle, which I estimate to have been a little over a foot deep.

I feared water entering the engine and stranding me, of damage to the car, of cars behind ploughing into me. Sure enough, a high pitched sound came from the engine, and I prayed. The car continued running and I successfully passed through four subsequent floods, albeit at a much reduced speed.

Isaiah 43:2:  When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee.