Five Minute Friday: PEACE

 This post is part of the weekly Five Minute Friday series. Five minutes* of free-flow writing shared with whoever wants to read it. This week’s prompt is: PEACE.

*this one took more than 5 minutes, but I needed to process the incident.

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After a fun evening at the arcade for a birthday party, the big kids and I were in a car accident on Friday. I’ve never been in one before. 

As we were coming to a stop at a red light, the car behind me did not. Apparently, the car behind them didn’t get the memo we were stopping, rammed their car, who in turn hit me, and cause me to graze the lady in front of me. My car is totaled, but we are all ok!

As I was on the phone with 911, my 5 and 9 year olds were in tears, terrified. I keep telling them to breath big deep breaths and we were all ok. Once the police showed up, we drove to an empty parking lot, out of the middle of the road. While we were driving over, we prayed and thanked the Lord for His protection for us and listed all of the specific things we were thankful to Him for. Peace began to come over all of us. However, when I needed to get out of the car to talk with the police, the anxiety came back. I told the kids they could get out of their car seats and sit with each other in the front if it would help. They cuddled together and I got out. 

Knowing I hadn’t told Jeff what was happening I asked the policeman for a minute to call him. It’s never an easy call to make, or receive.

“Babe, we are all ok, but we’ve been in an accident. I need you to talk to the kids while I talk to the police. They are ok, just freaked out and I don’t want them to be alone while I’m out here”. 

I saw their faces instantly melt when they heard his voice. Before I knew it he had called a neighbor to watch the babies and was in the car to rescue us, all the while talking to the big kids. I’ll never forget the calm inside the car when I got back in. All because we were able to hear daddy’s voice and knew he was on his way.

How often has that been me? Scared and alone, just needing to hear from the Father and know He was near. Even cuddled up close to another for comfort, not realizing what would truly make it better. He is always there, just waiting for us to make the call.

I am thankful for Jeff, everyday. He is such an amazing husband and father. He works so hard to take care of all 6 of us. He goes to bed exhausted each night because he has spent every last bit of himself for us. 

What a gift to have a living representation of Christ in our home! 

STOP.