While washing the dishes yesterday I banged my favorite tea mug into another dish. I didn't notice any damage on either so I set it in the rack to dry and didn't give it another thought.
I woke this morning, bleary-eyed and in need of tea. Grabbed the mug out of the drying rack and filled it with boiling water on top of my Tazo Chai teabag. Then I sat down and drank it all. I quickly realized that this was to be one of those one-cup-is-not-enough mornings and I prepared another cup of tea.
This time, when I picked it up, I felt movement in the handle. Not much, but it just felt off. It was then that I remembered what happened last night. I quickly grabbed the twin to my favorite mug and dumped the tea into that one. I pulled on the handle a bit and it fell right off into my hand.
I am so thankful for God's protection with my first cup of boiling hot tea. He knew that I wasn't quite awake yet and probably wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.
He protects us every day. Most of the time from things that we aren't even aware of.