OK, so this isn't breaking news on any national level, or even a state or local level, but I'm having a hard time thinking about much else right now and I have a blog post to write!
On the way to church Sunday morning my three sons (19, 17 and 14) and their 15-year-old friend were in a roll-over accident. On a slushy road, Son #2 started to slide (going too fast) and over-corrected. They slid off the road, rolled through an enormous sagebrush and a fence, and came to rest upside-down.
Praise the Lord, all four walked away without a scratch. We (myself, husband, daughter and family friend) were just a few miles ahead of them and were at the scene within a few minutes. I've spent most of the afternoon alternating between having the shakes from nerves, praising God for His mercy and His angelic protection, and thanking Jesus that my oversized babies are safe.
As the wreck has been the primary topic of conversation since our return home (reviewing and rehearsing and rewinding the events seems to be a sort of therapy), several things keep resurfacing in conversations...
1. Husband and Son #1 felt "mildly uncomfortable" about Son #2 driving today, considering the road conditions. However, we had to take two cars today. Daughter felt uneasy about going, too, but couldn't put her finger on a reason. (I always feel uneasy about my children driving, so if we based everything on my feelings we would ALL be agoraphobic and no one would ever leave the house again.)
2. As we left this morning, I hollered at them all, "Buckle up and pray!" Pretty standard momma warning at my house, but it seemed especially important today. All four were wearing their seat belts at the time of the accident, thank You, Lord, for momma warnings.
3. For almost two decades, I've prayed a prayer every time I leave home that goes something like this: "In the name of Jesus, I plead the blood of Jesus over this vehicle, top to bottom, bumper to bumper, side to side, and all the working parts. I thank you, Lord, for getting us safely to and from all our destinations without accident, incident, or mishap, and that we'll not bump into anything and nothing will bump into us." I credit that prayer, that expression of faith, for years of safe travel and long-lived vehicles. Today, as I began to recite that prayer, the Holy Spirit nudged me from the inside ... "don't just pray by rote, pray from your heart, from your faith." OK, I thought, searching my spirit for those 'rhema words' — those living words of faith, inspired by the Spirit of God. The prayer that emerged had to do with God "keeping all our comings in and goings out," guarding and keeping us and delivering us from destruction.
4. Just prior to the accident, Son #1 felt "something was wrong" and began to pray. (If you SAW Son #1, you would never think he would be one to be paying attention to the Holy Ghost, which just goes to show that you can't judge a book by its cover.) He wanted to tell his brother to slow down, but "didn't want to be a nag." Most of us, as wives, have been in that position. While 8-1/2 months pregnant with Son #3, hubby got pulled over for speeding seconds after I wanted to tell him to slow down, but didn't want to be a wifey nag—$89 later I determined nagging was cheaper than getting a ticket and have been a cheerful nag ever since.
All in all, it was an alarming, nerve-wracking, difficult day. But still, the only thing that keeps rising up in my heart is heartfelt gratitude to God for His mercies that are new every morning.
Meanwhile, we have learned (or been reminded of) yet another lesson... God really does warn, and advise, and prepare, and He is, above all else, TRUE to His promises. We may not always respond accordingly to His warnings, advice, or preparation, but He keeps working on our behalf even when we "miss it," tangibly doing all He can for us. Having seen the accident myself, I'm convinced there were angels at work today on behalf of those four boys.
If there's anything we need to remember in light of current events, whether personal or national or economic or global, it's this ...
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
As it is written, 'For Your sake we are killed all day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.'
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.
For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Thanks for letting me vent.
About the Author: Niki writes fiction, blog posts, articles in the local newspaper, grocery lists, and Facebook status updates. She can be found at her own blog, In Truer Ink, in addition to posting here. She was a 2009 finalist in the Faith, Hope, and Love "Touched by Love" contest.