Yesterday, God gave our family a wakeup call. Jeff and I were in the truck with Matthew when we hit a patch of ice. The truck spun out of control, went in the ditch, and hit a bank covered in snow. I was unbuckled climbing in the backseat to comfort Matthew when we hit. I shielded him from the objects that flew in the air. When I opened my eyes, there was broken glass in my hair and my precious baby looking around as if the scene that surrounded him was perfectly normal. My heart sunk. I stirred him a little to make sure he was alright. Then, I closed my eyes and thanked God for keeping him safe. Jeff and I walked away with a few bumps, large bruises, and scrapes. All in all, more emotionally bruised than physically. I cried tears of fear and joy as I climbed out of the truck. I rushed to Jeff and hugged him tight.
Whenever something like this happens, I look inside and ask myself what God is trying to teach me. So far I came up with this...
- To cherish each and every moment with my family. My boys deserve the best wife and mother in the world, and I am going to make sure that I am just that for them.
- Having a healthy, happy baby is a priveledge, not to be taken for granted. In the past 6 weeks, I have longed for a full night's sleep. Last night, I woke up with Matthew and enjoyed every second of it. Our night-time feedings are a blessing, not a chore. I get to wake up with him every night and that is something to be thankful for.
- The small things truly don't matter. At the hospital, I thought about the times during the weekend that I was not very nice to Jeff. I got upset, because he was a little slow to get moving Saturday morning...he cracked my workout DVD so I was irritated...all things that in the grand scheme of things do not matter. I vow to treat my husband with more tenderness every day. Jeff is a very loving and special man. He is not only my husband, but my very best friend. From now on, I am going to be someone who can laugh off the small things the way that Jeff does.
As I sit here with Matthew in my arms, I count my blessings and thank God over and over for keeping us safe. We had our guardian angels by our side, and I thank them too. I know that as time goes by, this memory will fade, but I am going to keep Matthew's tiny hospital anklet close by to remind me of this day...however terrible it was, because I know that it will remind me to treat my husband and my child as the precious gifts that they are each and every day of my life.
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5 comments:
awww Jay that was a beautiful post.
I am so thankful that you all are okay.
The Lord works in mysterious ways....
You sure do know how to make me cry. I knew you'd figure out what God was trying to teach you. Bless you for even realizing that was in HIs plan. Not everyone does in times of crisis.
We love you all very much and are relieved it wasn't worse than it was, and grateful your parents were so helpful and caring to all of you.
Yes, it is a blessed thing you are all okay. Way to think about this in a positive way. I was also thinking of another (more superficial) positive - can you take the insurance check, get a great deal on a vehicle due to the economy, and then stick the extra in house savings?
Alright Ang! Great idea! We'll see how our bailout of AIG worked with the insurance check!
Thank God you three are okay. Scary scene.
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