I am very sorry about your accident. From the letters of John Newton.

My dear friend, I am very sorry about your accident, but I am thankful that you were not hurt. Such catastrophes, as this may properly be called, have often been attended with dislocated or broken bones, a fractured skull or instant death,

So frail is man! Often, when he thinks himself safe and is dreaming of his own importance, as if he were a necessary part in the complicated movements of divine providence, he falls like grass before the scythe. and not by the hands of a giant or the fangs of a tiger, but the smallest trifle is sufficient to destroy him.

For example, how many loose stones do we see in the road? It seems no great matter where they lie. Yet any one of them, by changing the direction of a wheel, is sufficient to confound all the plans of this mighty creature. One stone stumbles him down, he falls with his head upon another. In that very moment all his future plans perish.

but the Lord gave His angels charge over you, therefore you fell unhurt, and are still alive to praise and serve Him. I see so much of the uncertainty of life, and how little I can either foresee or prevent what the next moment may bring forth that I would be a very great coward, afraid not only of riding in a coach, but of walking across a room, if I was not in some degree enabled to confide in the Lord's protection.

Hold me up, and I shall be safe. Psalm 119, 117.