When God spoke to me

I was on a rock climbing weekend with a club I went with regularly. We would climb or hike in North Wales, the Lake District, and the Peak District in England. I never missed a weekend.

I was taking a break, sunbathing on a ledge halfway up a cliff, while others continued to climb above me. As I lay there enjoying the warmth, these words suddenly popped into my head: “For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone” (Psalms 91:11, 12). I recognized them as a passage from the Bible and immediately felt protected and cared for.

The next thought that came to me was to bend my legs and bring my knees up to my chin. Half a second later, someone from the club who was climbing above me dislodged a large boulder. It came crashing down, bouncing off the ledge where my legs had been, continuing down the cliff, and landing so hard that it tore a hole in an abandoned rucksack that lay at the bottom.