A light rain fell as we rode along the bike path. A racing bike shot past and hit a slick spot; instantly bike and rider were sprawled across the path in front of me.
I braked, hit that same slick spot, and lost control, and fell to the ground, shouting, “God!!” I am a little bruised and sore, but no bones are broken (see Psalm 34:20).
If you pray while life is peaceful, you will instinctively call on God in a crisis.