The scene would play in my head, over and over and over again. I would wonder, imagine what went on in that car those last few minutes. The arguments, threats, anger and for our daughter there must have been fear as well. But I wasn’t there when the abuse and cruelty of a man would cause our precious daughter to come out of a moving car.

No, I wasn’t there even though I couldn’t ride in a car for a long while without going there, in my head. But in that car that December, she needed help, she was the one weak and needy; needing God to deliver her out of the hand of the wicked one who neither knew nor did he understand because he walked in darkness.

On that day God did deliver her out of the hand of the wicked and into the hands of our loving Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. The foundations were shaken, they are shaken because of sin & darkness. God in His mercy rescued!