We were in a car accident Thursday. A young guy in a giant truck ran a red light and took out the engine of my husbands SUV. It was sudden, noisy, smelled horrible, but we were all safe. Colette and I sat on the grassy corner near the accident and watched… and waited. I’ve never been in an accident before, but everything seemed to go as smoothly as can be expected. As we sat I kept thinking of all the little things that were helpful. I had a tiny notebook to take down people’s names and numbers for witnesses. We had a bunch of Target bags in the back of the car that came in handy for clearing everything out before the car was towed. The fact that we all have cell phones and can call for help. It was still light out, everything would have been much harder in the dark. The more important things were that people stopped to help, the police and ambulance were fast, my parents could come and pick us up. We were safe, and together.
Later that night when it was quiet, we realized how sore we really were. Jeran couldn’t get the buzzing in his ear to stop and I couldn’t stop hearing “Oh, Lord You’re Beautiful” playing over and over in my head. I woke up singing it again, with it playing in my head we were off to the the ER to check us out. The ER staff were great, and going early in the morning was a good idea, they weren’t busy and I ended up staying there longer than expected. We all got x-rays that came back good, but soon I had a bunch of staff worried about my bruising, the seat belt had definitely left it’s mark. I needed a CT scan. This was a shock, I was fine, just some pain where the belt was. I wasn’t on the side that got hit, the rest of my family was. But it’s better safe than sorry and this was just another new experience for me. I waited a long time, they might have forgotten about me. But I sat and listened to life going on around me. I heard illness, pain, worry, but also the conversations of the staff talking about normal every day things and the lullaby that meant a baby was born. Through it all I couldn’t stop singing.
Oh Lord, you’re beautiful,
Your face is all I see,
For when your eyes are on this child,
Your grace abounds to me.
My scan came back good and I learned a little more about myself. It’s nice to know everything’s working ok. I still have the song running through my head, who knows how long that will last. It’s just there, but sometimes when I stop and think on it, I’m amazed that God would look at me. Through the messy and amazing parts of my life God covers me in grace, and I don’t want to stop singing his praises.