The hot June sun beat down on my face. Another day of school was finished. I walked into the shadow of the brand-new wall that my dad and brother Taylor were putting in place. The cold mud squished between my toes as I walked through the huge ruts that the cement trucks had made when they laid the foundation for the addition to our house.

Then I heard it: a creaking. I looked over at the wall and gasped as I saw the wall shift and start to fall toward me.

Everything went into slow motion. I was gripped with fear. I couldn’t run. "Jesus! " I called.

Suddenly, I felt a strong hand shove me into one of the ruts. I screamed as the wall came crashing down, knocking the wind out of me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scream. And I could barely breathe. A few seconds later, I felt the wall being lifted up; it was Taylor and Dad. Dad looked startled as he lifted me out of the rut. I held onto him as he led me inside.

From the wall that could have killed me, I got only three small bruises. I thank God for having the cement trucks put ruts in our driveway but most of all for sending the angel to save me. Ever since that day, I have tried to live my life knowing that God has more in store for me. I want to remind you, that God does have a plan for you, so please live each day as if it is your last.

Paula, 14
Indiana

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