I received quite the birthday present from God this year. My husband was in a car wreck on the way to speak at a church, and was taken by ambulance to the hospital where he was checked out because his chest hurt. A lot. (Airbags hit your chest at 200 mph!) No broken bones, just a scratch on the forehead, a lot of soreness, and a residual (but slowly subsiding) sense of fragility. When I walked into the exam room, Ray murmured wryly, “Happy Birthday.” And it was, because my beloved husband was all right. God protected him from serious harm, and I am so thankful! That was a wonderful…