Oh, Houston

I just got back home from a work trip to Houston. I can definitely say it was a trip I will never forget: I got in my first car accident. It was awful. For a moment it was like I was in slow motion, and then I felt like things were spinning so fast that I couldn't see straight. I'm completely fine (praise the Lord!) but two cars were beat up pretty badly.

It's so crazy how a few seconds can change a life. Had I been a few seconds behind, I wouldn't be writing this. I wouldn't be crying out to God to give me favor so that Todd and I aren't slapped with huge insurance deductibles. I wouldn't be an emotional wreck. But had I been a few seconds ahead - I wouldn't be writing this. I don't even know that I would still be here.

The short story is that I got turned around in downtown Houston, got confused by their streets/lights and ended up colliding into another vehicle. The other part of the story is that I was protected by a mighty God who loves me so much that he would let me walk away without a scratch. I have been completely covered in prayer by friends and family and their love has been wonderfully overwhelming.

I didn't want to write this post. I wanted to pretend that this never happened. But it did and I have been shown love and kindness that I don't deserve. So thankful to be back in my own home tonight. So thankful to be with my husband. I'm just, well, so thankful.

Houston, I forgive you.