God is STILL in the miracle business!

Yesterday, August 3 was First Saturday Outreach at Church of the Highlands. I belong to a group that does yard work at Cornerstone school. I usually push a lawnmower and yesterday was no exception. I'm not sure why but I love to do it. Maybe it's because when I'm cutting grass, I can't multi-task. I can only focus my attention on two things: Keeping the mower going in a straight line and talking to God. I pray over the grass that I know will be trampled on happy, playful children. I tell Him what's on my mind and He speaks to me. It's as close to meditation as I can get sometimes.

But I was the ONLY one cutting yesterday as we only had one working mower. I cut half the back field where the old playground was and when my poor knees could take no more pushing through the tall, thick, wet grass; when I was cursing the poor little ants for biting me after I destroyed their home; when I was absolutely certain I had no more fluids in my body to sweat out and no dry spots on my shirt with which to wipe anymore anyway, I handed the mower off to someone else and left.

I was supposed to be going swimming later that afternoon but those plans fell through and it was really fine because I had a headache. You see, until I see my new doctor, I am not taking any medication except my thyroid medication and though I'm mentally and emotionally okay right now, my body is physically withdrawing. So I took a much needed shower and an even greater needed nap.

When I finally got out of bed around 5:30 pm, I started getting ready to fix some dinner and straightening up when I got a call from my ex-husband asking me if I'd talked to Kayti. Puzzled at his question, I simply answered no. I knew she should have been on her way to pick him up from work. She had kept his car that day to go to dance team tryouts (which by the way, she made the team!) That is when he told me she'd been in a car accident. She was okay but very shaken and he was trying to get someone to come pick him up from work and take him to the scene but that I could probably get there faster.

You better believe this mama could get to her baby VERY fast. I think I made it in five minutes. It's a wonder I didn't crash trying to get to her! But I literally prayed the entire way, Lord, please let my baby REALLY be okay. Please get me to her asap!

I first saw the lights flashing from about 800 yards...maybe more. I could taste my guts coming up into my throat. It looked like there had been a five car pile-up. I approached all the emergency vehicles, finding a safe place to park and jumped out of the car screaming, "Where is my baby?"

They quickly got me into the back of the ambulance where she was sitting, blood on her head and sobbing hysterically. She was worried about her dads car, which was totaled. I told her it was fine, that's what insurance is for and I started asking the paramedics about her head. Just scratches they assured me, caused my tiny glass fragments that she'd attempted to wipe away afterward.

Even though this just happened yesterday, much of the next few hours is a blur. I remember trying to answer questions about insurance and explaining that I wasn't sure where the card was because it was my ex-husband's car and we are divorced. I remember praying and thanking God for protecting my baby in what I still thought was a fender bender that everyone was making a big deal over. And then we stepped out of the ambulance and I saw the car.

The officers said in all their years they had never seen anything like it. The car somehow slid UNDER the guardrail, been completely flattened and yet did NOT take her head off! The beams underneath were peeled to the side, like Moses parting the Red Sea and the top railing wasn't raised much at all. The passenger side was completely level with the hood of the car, which was lying on the side of the road, half the motor gone. Had Brooke been with her, she most certainly would have been critically injured. The door was stuck. Good samaritans had stopped and pulled it open and her out. I am telling you, undoubtedly ONLY God could have kept my baby  not only from getting killed but not even seriously hurt. Somehow, the ground underneath, gave way to the car, allowing it just enough room to squeeze through, leaving just where she was sitting still intact.

I began to praise Him, thank Him and just rejoice in the enormity of it all. She was shaking her head in disbelief as well and wondered out loud, "How?" and I answered, "God." She broke down and I knew then, that no matter how much she proclaims her atheism, denies, protests and argues, she KNOWS deep in her rebellious heart, He is very real and He loves her enough to have something special for her.

I am a little disappointed that it is going to take her awhile longer to acknowledge this out loud. But I am not worried. I know seeds were planted in that child very young and I am claiming those promises. And God showed me yesterday that He will NEVER give up on her until she is back in His arms again.