My mother always listened to the Voice of God in her life.

My mom (a very religious person) always listened to what she called the Voice of God. She said that he would warn her about dangers, and also give her suggestions about things that would benefit her in life. 

One of the most dramatic times that this happened was when I was a very young girl. It was Memorial Day weekend, and we had the trunk of the car packed with fresh bouquets from Mom's garden to take up to the nearby town of Bonners Ferry (where we had family buried) and put on the graves. 
Besides my mom and dad, we had our neighbors, the Bailey family; so the whole car was also packed with people. 

This was in the early Fifties, and the highways (at least in northern Idaho) were always narrow and wind-y, and partway there, you had to go through a Z-shaped underpass beneath the railroad tracks.   
You could not see anything that was coming from the other direction because of the sharp corners on both sides of the underpass. 

Just as we got to the underpass, my mom suddenly pulled clear off of the road and stopped. Before anyone could even ask her why she did that, a huge car-transport semi came through the underpass. 
He was going too fast to safely make the sharp turns through the underpass, and very nearly crashed into the concrete walls along OUR side of the road. 
If my mom had not stopped right when she did, we would literally have been crushed between the semi-truck and the concrete wall of the underpass, and probably have all died right then and there. 

When we asked her how she knew to stop when she did, she just said that God had told her to stop immediately. Thankfully, my mother was listening to Him.  

This is just one example of the times that my mother was listening when God was telling her things, but it is a time that will always stand out in my memory.