As it was, I was still slightly sensitive to the stimuli, after having experienced the phone call no mom ever wants to hear.
"The car rolled off the highway and was totalled.."
"And the boys are O.K. "
And the boys are O.K..... Yes, there were two cars traveling together to Cedar Point on their senior trip. All the kids were exhausted from the graduation ceremony, the late night activities leading up the event. And then the unthinkable happened, not one, not two, but all three kids fell asleep--even the one at the wheel.
As their little car when back and across the freeway, the Lord sent his angels to gently guide the car to the side of the road, with a jerky roll. The kids got out of the car as fast as they could and were sitting on the hill--all three of them--alive!
So, our Jamie, was one of the kids in the car--a passenger in the back seat. The other boy was Caleb. The driver was Joel, probably the sweetest, most wholesome man to ever come out of a Nebraska corn stalk. (His mother is from Nebraska, I think..)
Jamie said it felt like he was getting rolled out of bed in the morning. He was basically non-plussed. Caleb was calm. Joel, being the sensitive, caring, responsible guy that he is, was an emotional wreck.
I just barely hung up with Joel's mother when Caleb's mother walked into our house. She was crying and shaking. Will walked in also.
And for some unexplained reason, I felt the peace of God, unlike I've ever experienced. I was at ease with everything. It's not like I can't hold my own in the drama-queen, worrying department. But this time it was different.
Since Regina was beside herself and wanted to see her son, I started asking the Lord if there's anything I should be doing. The Lord opened a way for me to drive Regina, her sister and brother in law to the scene of the accident in Indiana.
Now Regina and I are friends, and our kids know each other and we even live near each other, but her kids are into totally different things than ours. Her kids play drums, bass guitar and the like. Their "gigs" are rowdy "gigs" if you will. You know our "gigs" get really crazy on Bach.. Her kids are major athletes--especially basketball. Basketball is huge at our homeschool co-op, and I'm so thankful the kids have the opportunity to play. For some odd reason, our kids have never even requested to attend the games? (How dorky can we get?)
But I've always liked her. She has a lot of cats, and if I ever have a stray cat hanging out at the house, I can count on her to come and get it and add it to her collection. One day one of her kitties carried all her babies over to my front stoop and was basking in the sun with them.
I was perplexed about this until I remembered that I once put the grilled salmon carcass out for a kitty. Apparently the post-pardum kitty had a "craving" for salmon. I happened to call Regina, on a whim, to see if there were her kitties. Sure enough they were..
Anyway, we had enough of a history between us to get her to laugh on the way down. I really felt like my mission field for the next couple of days was to use this very traumatic thing in the lives of the people who were closest to it and impart peace-the type of peace that ONLY God can give. And for some reason he gave it to me to share.
Peace of the Sovereignty of GOD. God is good.
So, I'd like to share more of these thoughts of God's Sovereignty and his goodness tomorrow.
But the bottom line is this: everyone is safe and home now. The kids were able to continue on the trip and enjoy Cedar Point the next day. The moms were able to enjoy themselves a little too. And God was in it all.