Last Saturday, I finished working a fundraiser and decided to run across town to pick up a birthday present for my sister. In an instant, the airbag in my Jeep exploded in my face. Smoke. Screams. Fear.
I'm not sure how it happened. I know it was my fault. I struggle to remember how I hit another car so hard and so fast, with enough force to destroy my car and push it into two others.
At this point, I must assure you that I am ok. I walked away with cuts, scrapes and a broken foot; thankfully, my injuries were the worst of anyone involved. Looking back on the photos, I can see how very, very lucky I was to walk away.
The Lord has been so gracious to provide all I could need following the accident. I am so grateful to live close to my family. I have spent the week in my old room at my parent's house. My grandfather and my mom have chauffeured me all over town in the last week, and will continue to do so until I am cleared to drive again (hopefully the end of the week. fingers crossed!)
If you've been praying, allow my to express my sincere gratitude. If you are one who visited, called, or went out of your way to provide a ride, I want to thank you as well. If nothing else, I have learned how incredibly blessed I am by those who love me.
Continue to lift me up in prayer as I return to work this week. I need the energy to give everything I have, every second of every day. I have quite a bit of ground to make up. I should probably go ahead and get moving on that...
Let me know how I can lift you up in prayer this week!
