Lord, Thank You for Shutting My Mouth

Today in Tampa I went for a morning run.  Halfway through, I took a deep, inhaling breath and closed my mouth, pressing my lips together.  At that moment, a monster bug of some sort flew into my face and smacked me in the lips. 

“Lord,” I said instinctively, “thank you for shutting my mouth!”

Then this thought came to me:  Maybe I’d be better off if I could offer that prayer more often!