What happened

This has been one of the strangest weeks of my life.  Any tragic event is unexpected and scary, and all the more so if it happens to you and you don't remember it.  My sweet hubby shared what happened last Sunday from his point of view.  Mine is a little different....

We were on our way to church that morning.  I was particularly nervous because I was supposed to share my testimony to the near 200 people that attend Christ Church Greensboro.  I remember my Clint praying for me.  I remember Eden requesting Lecrae's "High".  I remember the babies dancing to it, laughing at each other.  They were in sync... it was so cute.  And then...I remember a man standing at my window asking if I was ok.  He was yelling, he cursed.  I was sure I was dreaming, but the dream wouldn't stop.  I felt like I couldn't breathe.  Someone handed me a gray shirt to put on my head.  I spat glass out of my mouth.  I looked down and saw Clint's journal, it had blood on it.  I wanted to ask Clint if it was real, but I never got it out.  All I could say was "we were just talking...".  A fireman asked if I could move.  I told him I could get out.  I couldn't.  I started to cry, realizing it was all real.  I looked out the window to see two friends of ours whose faces told me all I needed to know.  It looked really bad.  Clint told me the babies were ok.  He told me he loved me.  I shook my head, "I love you too".  A homeless man got Nias out of his car seat.  Another rubbed Eden's face to calm her.  The firefighters cut me out of the car and paramedics put me in a neck brace and then onto a stretcher.  Everything was still very cloudy.  I looked up to see a sign that said Friendly Ave. 

I knew I was bleeding, but I was unaware of how bad it was.  I stayed in a dream-like state until I was in the ambulance.  I started to weep, thanking the Lord for protecting my husband and babies.  Thoughts ran through my mind at warp speed.  "We just moved Nias, we never ride in the Passat, what happened?"  The paramedic began the questions.  Name, age, date, where we were headed.  I told the paramedic I was supposed to share my testimony at church, he responded that I was going to have a little more to tell now.  Amen.

I had CT scans on almost my entire body.  All were negative.  Grace.  A specialist came to stitch my eye up.  He was a believer.  Grace.  I look in the mirror to see that the cut missed my eye by 1/4 of an inch.  Grace. 

I got to go home that night and hold my babies.   I walked out of the ER that afternoon with minor injuries.  The Lord is full of grace.  We believe that, more now than ever.  I believe the Lord led dear friends of ours 50 weeks before the accident to give us that Passat so that it might save my life.  I believe He made Nias fussy in the car so that we would move him to the middle one week before.  I believe He led us to drive the Passat that morning so that when that Explorer hit us, my head and neck would be cushioned by the airbags.   And I believe He was in control of the whole thing.  He spared us much in the accident.  As we laid in bed that night we thanked God for His grace to us.  I don't know how this will work to our good (Romans 8:28).  Maybe it already has.  :)