At 6:27 this morning, my mom tucked her first two grandsons in the car, fueled up on coffee and doughnuts at the local QuikTrip and headed south, home to Texas.
At 3:20, she texted me to say they’d crossed the border into Texas and were about five hours from home.
At 3:56 my sister called to tell me there’d been a bad wreck. She didn’t have many details, but everyone was alive.
Over the next hour, I was relieved to hear from my mom that she was ok. Her ankle was probably broken, a result of putting all of her weight on the brakes while swerving to the right in an effort to avoid hitting a utility truck after she accidentally ran through a stop sign.
I talked to the boys, who told me stories about the ambulance and we cracked jokes about how the oldest’s hard head most likely saved his brain from any injury.
They’d all been wearing seatbelts. A good thing, since they were traveling just over 60 mph when they crashed.
I don’t know if it was God or my mom’s quick reflexes that caused her to jerk the wheel so violently to the right that the car went at an angle into the truck instead of head on. I’m thankful for both right now.
My mom is shaken, I know. Despite the front she is maintaining, I’m certain she’s freaked out. I know she’s pissed at herself for the mistake, even though we’ve all done it. I ran a red light on accident last month in Houston. Didn’t even see it.
Her broken ankle means she probably won’t get to go on the trip she’d planned with her best friend. They were going to visit Colorado, but it caught on fire. Then they’d planned to go to South Dakota, but there were fires there too. There was talk of Utah…but then fire.
I told her that I was pretty sure between the fires and the wreck that God wanted her to stay home.
Not that I know what God wants. I have no idea what He’s thinking when I look at our lives here.
I guess that’s because God uses a different form of logic than I do. He’s like a domino artist or something. Where I only see a few dominoes lined up in front of me, He sees the whole chain and how the movement of each one will affect all the others.
After all, He set them up, right?
And I know things work out the way they do for a reason, and I can always see that once my turn in the chain is past and I can get up and look around from a new perspective.
But still, sometimes it’s difficult to be a domino.