This week my son was involved in a car wreck involving several other cars and an 18-wheeler tank truck. And by the grace of God they all walked away from the wreck unharmed!
Actually to hear my son tell it they ran away from the wreck because the tanker was leaking fuel all over the scene from where it had jackknifed while trying to stop. It was busy construction traffic outside of Dallas, Texas and it was just one of those accidents that could not be prevented or avoided. And it is a phone call no parent ever wants to get from their child while they are serving on a mission trip three states away. But I had much rather had heard his voice than from a medical personnel telling me there had been an accident. Our family is still a little shook up from the fact that our son’s car was hit not once but twice by the tanker as it jackknifed and slid across the pavement. We are expecting our car to be totaled by the insurance company but cars can always be replaced.
My husband should be arriving there any minute now to handle the situation and to bring our son back home. There has been such an outpouring of prayers and concerns that it is a bit overwhelming – but very special at the same time. What could have been a horrific situation for any of the people involved has become like that Subaru commercial where you see the crushed car on the back of the wrecker and someone says, “They lived!” That my friends is a God thing.
Even though this is not a post I had planned to write or the events of the week I had planned, I still felt like it was a story that I needed to share. It is very humbling to realize that only by the grace of God that your child, and another driver, walked away from crushed cars that don’t even resemble a car anymore.
You can imagine that I will be hugging him a little tighter this weekend when he arrives home.