I am a true believer in God putting us in the right place at the right time. That right time and right place was at 2:12pm on Monday, May 26th, when we lost a car good car, but saved someone else from something much worse.
The truck that pulled out in front of an SUV, that was broad-sided and then collided head on with us, going over 50 MPH, was meant to hit us. I know that sounds a little pre-destination-ish, but I'm claiming it anyway.
Because here's the thing - we weren't supposed to be there right then. We were running late and taking the wrong road, and absolutely unprepared for an accident. But we actually were prepared. We just didn't know it.
In November of last year, God provided us with a giant truck, an older Suburban that is totally metal, not plastic like the new ones, one that can take a hit like a champ. And last summer when we registered for a car seat, we got one that was superbly rated for crashes. And on Monday afternoon when packing up the car everything was Tetris-like perfectly packed by my amazing hubs to give our pups the exact right amount of space in the back of our truck. Our son was perfectly nestled into said car seat, and we were buckled like the little rule-followers that we are.
So many things could have gone wrong on that day. But none of them did. As that truck pulled out, was slammed into by that SUV, and then smashed into us (while waiting innocently at a stop sign), we were absolutely and perfectly prepared. Sure, we had no idea that a collision was in our future, we had no idea that we would likely total our beloved truck, we had no idea that we'd spend the next few days stiff and sore, calling insurance companies and arguing with them over coverage and what chiropractic care we had. But we were prepared. Because God knew what would happen on May 26th at 2:12 pm. Almost a year in advance, the things that needed to happen, already had.
Like I said, I know that this sounds a little ludicrous. And that's okay. But I also know it's true, so I don't mind sounding a little crazy. And you know why? Because I can't even count the reasons why we shouldn't have been there at that exact time, but we were. So you know what that tells me? We were, without a doubt, supposed to be there.
Because we had a giant truck, because we had a good car seat, because our dogs were protected, because we couldn't have been hit at a better angle, because the paddle boat and massive metal pipes in the back of the truck that struck us only cracked our windshield and didn't fly right through it, because the SUV that hit the truck didn't slam them into the side of us (which would've been exactly where Axel was at) when it really should have, because we were all wearing our seatbelts and only suffered whiplash and a sprained toe... because everything should have been so much worse than it was. But it wasn't.
I believe that we were supposed to be there, to be the stopgap.
Because a smaller vehicle couldn't have taken that kind of impact (the truck would have flipped over on top of them, crushing it), because another car might not have been as prepared, because other passengers might not have been buckled in, because they might not have had a great car seat, because they might not have had insurance, because this accident might not have ended without fatalities...
Sure, it sounds a little dramatic, and I'm okay with that, because to be honest, despite trying to play it cool with those who have asked, it was the absolute scariest moment of my life. My husband, my baby, and my pups were all in that car. Pretty much all of my life was contained in that vehicle. And they could have all been gone in a second. But they weren't. And if you believe in God, you have to believe that there is a reason why He, a divine God, would allow something like that to happen. And when it does happen, you can't help but ask, why did it? And I have absolute peace knowing that it was for a reason. I may never know the exact reason, and that's okay, but because I trust my God, I know that it was necessary.
And that's why, as we schedule the doctor and chiropractic appointments, the hours spent on the phone with police and insurance companies, the hassle of trying to either fix or total our car and find a new one after only owning it for just 6 short months, the back pain and headaches, the fussy baby who doesn't feel good, having to take PTO just to recuperate and find a vehicle to drive until we know what to do next, and everything that seems like such an inconvenience... I know it is absolutely worth it. Not because it could have been worse, because we know it could've very easily been. But because we know that we could take the hit, and someone else might not have been able to.
God works in mysterious ways. And instead of trying to figure those ways out, I'm just gonna be thankful that from May 26th from 2:13 pm on, I have my amazing husband, my incredible son, and beloved pups by my side. And deep down, know that this happened for a reason.
Never be afraid to count your blessings, you'll likely start to run out of numbers :)
Romans 8:28
"And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."
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