I didn’t recognize the number displayed on the caller ID but answered my cell anyway. “Mom!, he sounded hysterical, " I just got in a wreck! I flipped the car! I FLIPPED the car!"
Hearts are funny things, aren't they? They exist on the inside of all of us, but once you have kids they live on the outside too. And they just aren’t safe there. I mean, they get squeezed, bruised and bleed in ways you never thought possible. And this call had mine torn between palpitating at lightning speed or stopping altogether.
I spoke carefully and calmly asked him the question.“Are you hurt?”
No!, he said frantically, but the car, Mom, the car! They said I’m lucky to be alive!
Three miles from him might as well have been three hundred, but I finally got to the scene.
can’t breathe.
30 minutes.
Just 30 minutes prior to receiving this awful call my boy was on my heart and mind. “Lord, forgive me. I haven’t truly prayed him in a while. You know He needs you. Make yourself real to him. Please draw him to yourself.”
And then this happens.
And it makes me wonder, how do you see this? Do you believe God heard and answered my prayer or do you think that a kind and merciful God wouldn’t have allowed the accident in the first place? Maybe you think the fact that he walked away with only a scratch on his arm and a nick at his pride is evidence of God’s divine protection. But what if he had gotten seriously hurt or worse. Would that make God cruel and heartless?
Hard questions, I know. But all I can tell you is that I'm humbled all over again by the sovereignty of God, and am beyond grateful for my rebellious teenager sleeping soundly in his bed tonight.
And this I know. A loving Father will move Heaven and Earth to pursue His children.
