This morning my world has been shaken a bit. I feel like it is God telling me, "Don't get too comfortable Lindsay." Just when I start to sink into a nice comfortable state of being, God sends a reminder or two or three that He is ultimately in control. That I need not take things He gives for granted or just assume that I will always have the gifts He gives. Sometimes those reminders are subtle little nods. Other times they slam into me so hard it's difficult to breathe. This morning I got slammed. Twice.
Ty has been waking up around 6:30 these days and it works out perfectly to get MacKenzie up for school and feed him while she gets breakfast and gets dressed. This morning he woke at 5:45. So I grabbed him from the cradle next to my bed and put him next to me. I knew if I laid him next to me he would go right back to sleep and give me those precious 45 minutes more of sleep. He went right back to sleep and when my alarm went off at 6:30 he was still sleeping. So I propped some things around him to ensure he didn't fall off the bed and went to wake up MacKenzie. When I left my room, something told me to leave the door propped open and not close it all the way. I got MacKenzie up and got her breakfast. As I was standing in the kitchen, I thought I heard a noise. A noise I couldn't quite distinguish. It was so soft that I wasn't even sure I was hearing it. So I stopped and listened more intently. I heard it again. What was it? I still couldn't tell what was making the noise or where it was coming from. Suddenly, like a ton of bricks, it hit me. It was Ty. Marty & I ran into our room and found him face down on the bed. His face was buried in the mattress. He was swaddled so he had no use of his arms or legs to flip himself over or lift his head. He was screaming but even standing right next to him, you could barely hear it. Marty swooped him up and he proceeded to scream while trying to catch his breath. My heart was pounding out of my chest. All I could think was, "What if I hadn't heard that quiet, muffled noise?" If I had just closed my door all the way and not left it propped open, there is no way I would have heard him. I shudder to think of what would have happened. Slam.
At 8:30 this morning Marty calls me and says my little sister was in a wreck this morning. Like anyone else who receives a call like this, my immediate reaction was "Is she ok? Is she ok?" He tells me she is ok and gives me the details. She was driving down Kirby (a pretty busy street in Houston) when a giant oak tree came crashing down on top of her car. It hit the front hood of her car. Her windshield was completely blown out and it basically cut her car in half at the site of impact. She was able to walk away from the wreck and is sleeping at home now. What if she had been 6 inches further along the road than she was? I shudder to think. Slam.
Thank you God for the many, many blessings in my life. Thank you that you are in control. Please help me to never take anything you give for granted. And thank you for teaching me over & over that life is fragile. I promise to try and live it abundantly and according to your will.
