Last night, at 7:43 p.m., I sent this text to my stepdaughter: Praying for your protection right now.

She called me at a little after 5 a.m. this morning, as she was getting off from her 12 hour shift at a prison where she works as a corrections officer. “Your text gave me and my coworker chills,” she said. “When you sent that text, I was being physically attacked by a guy who is at least 6’5″ tall and weighs well over 300 pounds. He could have really hurt me, but all I got is a couple of bruises and some scratches.”

I don’t understand how it works, but I am so grateful. ❤