You know you better listen up when your grandma calls early in the morning and this is one of the first things she says.
Yesterday I was in a serious car accident. I was t-boned at an intersection. Out of nowhere I felt like I had been punched in the head and my car was spinning. When my car finally landed, I thought it was on fire. The door was stuck shut. I pushed with all my strength to get out, thinking the car was going to blow up any second. I tumbled out and realized the smoke was actually coming from the airbags. How very fortunate that no one was rushed to the hospital with serious injuries.
When Nick and I were going through marriage counseling before our wedding, Father Tom said there is no such thing as a coincidence. Given what's happened this week, I feel great comfort knowing that Father Tom was right:
- Ten minutes prior to my accident, I had put my baby girl in my mom's car instead of mine.
- My car was smashed up everywhere EXCEPT where I was seated.
- There were no cars in my way as I whirled around, minimizing the event to two cars rather than many.
The accident is still quite raw in my mind and I've had moments of feeling sad, empty, horrified at all of the "what if's". But I choose not to focus on those things. Instead, I choose to be thankful for what is. God was looking out for me. Yes, it was scary...but I'm still here! Yes my car is smashed, but who cares!! I'm here. God gave us Uber anyway, so I can still get around.
I'm thankful for another night to sing bedtime lullabies to my girl. Another night to watch endless episodes of Fixer Upper with Nick. Another morning for family Cheerios. Another day to play my role in life...and figure out how I can pay back what I owe to the Lord. Thanks for the reminder, grandma.
xo,
B