Jewells of Thought

My accident was August 2nd, and the bride to be’s accident was a month later. Saturday was the Bridal Shower for my parent’s Preacher’s only daughter. The young lady who was T-boned and now stuck wearing a brace due to several broken bones.

Her, mother, the Preacher’s wife mentioned the fact the shower could have very well not happened if the circumstances had in any way, shape or form been different. Admittedly that stirred up tears for me. I am susceptible to being emotional and I remember the text about her accident. Her accident was actually the 3rd in a row.

Still the question running through my head was why? I was alone, the second accident victim was not alone but was harmed. It was the Preacher’s daughter though that was rushed to Evansville.

Why was I spared? My head certainly got the brunt of the whirlwind movement though. An almost continuous headache for nearly a week afterwards. How could things have been different though if I had had my niece with me or hit oncoming traffic? Going back over my accident scares me and asking those questions of myself.

The Preacher’s daughter was also by herself and was on a notorious road for accidents. Why does this happen? Similar accidents with different outcomes. She is still dealing with the outcome though and I have the memories but no apparent scratches or bruises only the change of routine. The headaches meant I had to get off my devices more and rest a lot more in between the articles I felt I could work on and finish.

Saturday was a good day even with the wet eyes most of us got from the Preacher’s wife’s introduction. It was a day of celebration and although this bride-to-be couldn’t pick up all her presents due to the doctor’s orders she was allowed to go without her brace for the day.

I was caught off guard when they had to reiterate that there would be 8 bridesmaids!

Granted she’s an only child with a big family and lots of friends. That is still a big number. Makes me want to revisit the whole idea of eloping with Bryan. Until I remember that my Dad like her Dad only has one daughter to walk down the aisle. So I will have to think a bit harder and longer on that idea.

We are both grateful and blessed to be alive. Things still could have been much worse for both of us. Fortunately for both of us we have a man in our life to share these times with and have support in our corner. The Lord has blessed us in our post accident time. Saturday was a day for me to reflect on all of this once again. God has a plan for both of us and the men in our lives. It will be exciting to see what awaits us in God’s will.