Hold Your Husband

Give him a hug and a kiss, and tell him that you love him. Yesterday, Jason left work early because he needed to pick up some drawings at another company. Well, he was traveling on a 4 lane highway, and about two blocks from his work, he was stopped waiting for someone in front of him to turn left when someone from the right lane decided to switch lanes right into the back of my Jason's stopped car...and she was probably going about 50 mph. Of course, that rammed his car into the Expedition in front of him.
At the same time, I was nursing Claira when my phone rang so I sent Elsie into the kitchen to retrieve it...so, I missed the call. It was a number I didn't recognize, but they left a voicemail. I listened and heard my husband. "Hey, it's me. I've been in an accident. I'm okay. My back and shoulder hurt. My cell phone battery is lost, and I don't know how much longer this guy will be here, but I'll call you again when I can."
I called him right back and a police officer answered. Jason was busy talking to another officer and couldn't talk, but I heard him in the background, "I'll call her back."
You ever have a moment when your entire world stops? I had one yesterday. I grabbed Elsie, and we prayed. "Bless it, nourish it for Daddy's accident. Jesus name. Amen," she prayed. Time seemed to drag on and stand still all at the same time as I made phone calls. Stephanie, can you watch Elsie? Aunt Angel, Jason's parents, Jason's boss-"I know he was supposed to pick up some drawings, and that isn't going to happen today." Aunt Angel (the GREAT) offered to come stay with Elsie at our house, which was great because she was napping by the time my phone calls were through.
I got another call from Jason so I knew what had actually happened and that they were taking him to the hospital to get checked out. By this point, I'm calm and peaceful and THANKFUL. I'm thankful that I serve a living God whose miracles aren't something of the past. My husband's car is totaled, and he doesn't have a scratch on him. Don't disregard the miracles that happen in your daily life. I don't believe in luck, and I don't believe in coincidence. I do believe in the power of God. I also believe in the power of prayer, and I'm thankful that I belong to a church where I've been taught to pray. I'm thankful that I'm faithful to pray. I called Jason as he was leaving work yesterday, and I muttered a few words when we got off the phone. "Thank you, Lord, for keeping my husband safe" That was it. Some days, I pray more than that, but it's usually very short. Actually, over time I'd say the prayer has become more like confirmation, trust, and a reminder to myself than a request of God. I'm just affirming what I already know. I'm thankful for the friends and family that we have here. I'm thankful that they're so wonderful and are willing to help us out with anything when we need it. Mostly, I'm thankful that my husband is still just that, my husband.
Jason called from the hospital just as Angel arrived at our house so I looked up directions, packed Claira up, and we were on our way. It took us about an hour to get there, and as I made my way around the hospital to the main entrance, I spotted Jason walking outside. He spotted me, and we made our way back to each other. He got in the car, and my whole world started again. He looks good. He looks like my Jason.
He's pretty sore, but he's in good shape. We made our way to the police station to pick up his driver's license and insurance card. Then, we made our way back home where Elsie was so happy to see us. Today, Jason went to the repair shop where his car was towed to clean it out and meet with our insurance agent for the assessment. We're believing for a big fat check.