Some things are hard to explain

There have been a few times in my life when things have happened that are just impossible to explain in simple terms.
I woke up feeling like I HAD to share some of these today and decided to just go with the feeling. So pull up a comfy chair.
When I was 18, I went camping in the mountains of Vermont with a group of friends. It was October so there was a chill in the air. The campground bathrooms were closed except for the main facility which was about a mile or more from where our tents were set up. My friend and I decided we would take the hike to the bathroom before heading to bed. We didn't have a flashlight but at our age, good judgment was not exactly something we thought about. We made it to the bathrooms fine but on the way back we got lost, took a wrong road, ended up scared and confused as to where we were. We wandered around looking for the right trail for what seemed like forever. At one point we both tumbled down a hillside. Layers of fallen branches covered the hillside and our legs broke through scratching up our legs quite bad and we tumbled often on the way down. At the end of this Jack and Jill type tumble we stood silent, knowing we were really in trouble now, so far away from where we needed to be. We heard rustling in the branches, it was a bear, we could see that but perhaps he was sleepy by the cold air and thinking more about hibernating than eating us, the only prayer I could muster was, "oh God !" The bear walked away in the opposite direction.
Roberta and I were scared and we actually knelt on the ground at the bottom of this hill and prayed out loud. It seemed so hopeless we were almost sarcastic in the way we prayed. "Dear God, send us a light, send a light, to show us the way out of here." We laughed at how dramatic we sounded. But I sit here telling you in 100% honesty that in less than 5 minutes, we saw a light at the top of the hill and we set off like maniacs running up that brush encrusted hillside towards that light. It kept shining right on us. It was a flashlight. It seemed a bit odd to both of us since the campground was empty except for our group and they were all asleep. We were not even sure if we were still in the campground as we had wandered for hours. But up the top of the hill was a group of young men, 3 of them. We had never seen them before. Two young girls lost in the woods found by 3 young men, might not be the best situation, but these young men were so kind. Asking if we were lost and we told them our story. They said, "we'll take you back to your tent" . The 5 of us set off in silence and like true young girls, my friend and I tried talking to them and having some sort of conversation but they were quiet. Handsome, from what we could see, at 18 you notice that stuff. I remember to this day commenting on the beautiful blue eyes of the one with the flashlight. He said nothing in return to my compliment. We walked a trail for some time and soon saw all the familiar tents. Needless to say my friend and I were thrilled to see them. She and I walked fast to reach "home". We both turned around to thank these wonderful kind young men and no joke, they were gone, disappeared. There was enough light from the campsite to see quite a ways down the road and honestly, there was no trace of these three young men who saved our lives, in two seconds time.
All my life I have felt that we had been in the presence of angels that night. We were both sure of it and still are. We prayed almost jokingly to " see the light" and we did.

Yesterday something odd happened that made me think of the above story again and think of one more time when things cannot be explained. I was almost mad the day before yesterday that I left the house to pick up Emery, without my camera. The sunset was gorgeous and I knew it was going to be even better in a few minutes time but I left without the camera anyway. Sure enough, as I was driving the sky filled with the colors of pure gold and that pink gold you sometimes see used in jewelry. If there was ever a purple gold, it would be just like the clouds in the sky as the golden sun set. I was awe struck and mad that my camera was at home. I tried to think of words to go with what was before me, but there weren't any.
Yesterday I saw clouds forming in the early evening sky that looked like the ones I had seen the day before. I left to pick up Emery but decided to go back in the house and get my camera, just in case it was going to be a sunset like the day before. I was not about to miss it a second time.
I took a back road to get a better view of the sky, but it wasn't right. Looked at the clock on the dashboard and decided there may just be enough time to go one more place. I did, but it took me on another wild goose chase. Nothing was right. Even the sunset seemed like a dud. I was running late now, and as I rounded the corner to get on the road I should have been on 15 minutes ago, I saw a huge line of traffic and the CareFlight Helicopter raising up from the road. Further up, I saw the lights of police cars, ambulances and fire trucks.
If I had just left the house when I first set off, I would have been right there at the time of the accident, right on that very road. Sobering thought.
One more story.....a short one. We live on a road that is called a Spur. A connecter road to a Farm to Market road. At the end of our road is a busy road that has lots of accidents. One day a couple years ago, I was pulling up to the stop sign and something made me stop about 2 car lengths before the stop sign. It was weird of me to do that and it was like I was frozen there, not able to pull up to the corner. I remember thinking how glad I was no one was behind me. In a flash, a woman came up the busy road in the turning lane to come onto our road but missed the turn and went straight, flying through in a huge car, going about 60 mph, never slowing down, right through the spot I should have been sitting at. She drove off into the grass, shaken. If I had been in the spot I was supposed to be in, she would have slammed into the drivers side of my car at 60 mph with her huge car. I am sure it would have killed me. I was white as a ghost, but very thankful.
You see, when strange things happen, or delays that may seem aggravating, sometimes they are the very things that save our lives.
Today, think about that, think about that annoying phone call that keeps you from leaving the house and wonder if maybe it just saved your life. You just never know.
I have learned to thank God for each and every delay, never quite sure if it was a life line.

Since I had my camera yesterday I took a picture of the traffic from the very serious accident
(you have to understand that in the country, more than 4 cars stopped means heavy traffic)

The sunset last night, pretty yes, but nothing like the night before.