Thank you God
My parents were in a car wreck a week ago Saturday on their way back from camp.
My mom slowed down behind some tractor, as it was unsafe to pass.
They were rear-ended by a PT cruiser going about 65 mph. The lady driver was reaching for coffee and didn't see my parents slow down.
My mom noticed her careening for them and turned the wheel to get out of the way. She didn't have time to move, but thank heaven she turned the wheel. When the cruiser hit them, it launched them about 150 feet forward into the ditch, avoiding the tractor. The tractor didn't even stop. It just kept going.
My parents weren't hurt very bad, just bruises. But had any one else been in the van, they would be dead. The entire back half of the van was demolished.
Thankfully, the cruiser's airbags went off, and the lady only had a broken arm.
Still, as well as things went, I was almost orphaned that day. I wouldn't have even known about it for days. As it is, I didn't even hear about the wreck until Wednsday.
I've been hit with the emotions from the news, crossing with the experience of being at camp. when I was reading the letter, every one around me was still laughing and having a good time, oblivious to what I was feeling. I was in a bubble.
There is sheer joy, and yet shakenness (is that a word?). The week of camp went on like nothing had ever happened. God was still able to use me.
I don't know why God allowed this to happen. Nothing's really changed in my life or perspective. I guess it's pretty self-centered to expect that he would use this as a message to me. It could be for the lady driving the cruiser, for my parents, for anyone else.
In any case, i'm thankful and joyful.
Camp was great, it stretched me spiritually. I'm not sure how yet, I'm still absorbing everything.
All I can say is God is alive.
Sometimes I wonder why camps aren't a part of the Bible :) .
My mom slowed down behind some tractor, as it was unsafe to pass.
They were rear-ended by a PT cruiser going about 65 mph. The lady driver was reaching for coffee and didn't see my parents slow down.
My mom noticed her careening for them and turned the wheel to get out of the way. She didn't have time to move, but thank heaven she turned the wheel. When the cruiser hit them, it launched them about 150 feet forward into the ditch, avoiding the tractor. The tractor didn't even stop. It just kept going.
My parents weren't hurt very bad, just bruises. But had any one else been in the van, they would be dead. The entire back half of the van was demolished.
Thankfully, the cruiser's airbags went off, and the lady only had a broken arm.
Still, as well as things went, I was almost orphaned that day. I wouldn't have even known about it for days. As it is, I didn't even hear about the wreck until Wednsday.
I've been hit with the emotions from the news, crossing with the experience of being at camp. when I was reading the letter, every one around me was still laughing and having a good time, oblivious to what I was feeling. I was in a bubble.
There is sheer joy, and yet shakenness (is that a word?). The week of camp went on like nothing had ever happened. God was still able to use me.
I don't know why God allowed this to happen. Nothing's really changed in my life or perspective. I guess it's pretty self-centered to expect that he would use this as a message to me. It could be for the lady driving the cruiser, for my parents, for anyone else.
In any case, i'm thankful and joyful.
Camp was great, it stretched me spiritually. I'm not sure how yet, I'm still absorbing everything.
All I can say is God is alive.
Sometimes I wonder why camps aren't a part of the Bible :) .
posted by Your humble servant at 2:30 PM
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