Once I was talking with a lady about her husband who was really far from God. But I just knew that God was watching out for him and had plans for him. I said, "You know, it's really weird, but I have a picture of him falling off a roof head-first, but not hitting the ground." She said, "YEAH!! He was putting on a balcony deck and fell toward the concrete below and a giant, rusty, six inch nail sticking out from the deck caught him in the leg and saved him. He has a giant, nasty scar from hanging there by his leg bone until the fire department got him down!" All things considered, I think I'd rather have the scar then land on my head, but ... MAN! That's tough love! But at least you're breathing! God's ways are not our ways!