All I could think about in that moment, when that man was seconds away from grabbing me, was that my babies were about to be without a mother. That my children could have gone to sleep that night and never seen their mother again. I thought about their little faces. I thought about everything I still had to live for. And in a moment where I genuinely did not know if I was going to make it home, BUT GOD. 🥹😭🙌🏽 God, You kept me. I cannot put into words what it feels like to know that you were that close to a completely different ending, yet somehow, by the grace and mercy of God, you are still here to tell the story. I keep thinking about how many times we go about our lives unaware of the dangers God has shielded us from. How many times He has stepped in, interrupted what the enemy intended, and covered us in ways we may never fully understand. Psalm 91:11 says, “For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.” Psalm 118:17 says, “I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done.” And Isaiah 54:17 reminds us that no weapon formed against us shall prosper. I am not sharing this because I want anyone to feel sorry for me. I am sharing this because I need somebody to understand that GOD IS STILL A KEEPER. His hand of protection is real. His mercy is real. And sometimes the testimony is simply that you made it home. My babies still have their mother. My family still has me. And I still have breath in my lungs to give God the glory. I don’t take that lightly. Not for one second. To the mother who has ever prayed over her children and wondered who would take care of them if something happened to her, I understand that feeling a little differently now. But today, I get to hug my babies a little tighter. I SHOULD NOT HAVE MADE IT HOME THAT NIGHT, BUT GOD. 😭🙌🏽 All glory, all honor, and all praise belong to Him. Forever. ❤️ - @beauttiiee