Last week, as school was concluding, weddings were in the works, small homeschool group graduation was cresting, I was brought to a standstill.
My husband got the call, motioned me over, Hannah had been in a wreck, she was okay, she had rolled multiple times. She was two hours away and I was already reaching for my purse and finding out where we needed to go. (She is our 2nd oldest daughter)
We were at two of our daughters graduations, one from 8th, one from high school when the call came. It was my mother-in-law’s birthday. She and my father in law had come to this small group graduation to enjoy the evening and a meal with us.
Hannah then called me, the ambulance was checking her over and about to transport her to the hospital, I gave consent. No, honestly, I demanded that they take her. She had checked her self over even before they arrived, knowing what to check for, knowing what all could be wrong…sometimes to much knowledge is scary.
She was coming out of shock and beginning to feel some pain.
Close friends hovered, prayed, me cocooned in the knowledge that they would continue to pray, would continue to do anything and be anywhere until this was walked through.
Lane and I left, I drove, because I am the driver. Good man graciously lets me.
Joey is driving to her as well, I pray for him, we call family and friends, asking for prayer. The word spreads like wildfire as people who love her, pray. People who love our family, pray. People who barely know us, pray. This is the body of Christ in motion.
My dad gets to the hospital before us, scans ordered they are waiting. It is a small community hospital, it’s a Friday evening, Hannah of the high pain tolerance is calm and tearful, scared and peaceful, all at once.
We arrive and meet her friend she had just dropped off when this occurred, and her dad. They had been called by Joey, who had been called by a girl on the scene who had called Joey. They stayed with her, they knew what to do about the car, where to have the wrecker take it. It took 45 minutes for an ambulance to get to the scene, and that after a couple stopped, she had been a dispatcher and she knew who to call and what to say to make things happen. Now.
I walk into her room, her good friend from college is there…she also just graduated with Hannah from the nursing program. I hug her, cry more tears. I look at Hannah and cry more…so thankful that she is alert and speaking. My dad is in the room, I’ve hugged him already as well, I think out in the hall.
She, with shaky voice, relates what happened, how she had just dropped her friend off. She had got on the small highway and was going 60-65 mph when she either hit something, or a tire blew, or a bump in the road caused the car to lose control, she reacted and thought, for a moment it might regain normalcy. Then it danced oddly and she lost all control of the car. It left the road, inclined up a hill. She prayed for us, for Joey. She thought there was no way she was going to survive this and then she felt herself flying, she felt the car turning multiple times. She thought this was the end.
When it all stopped, the car was upside down. It had snapped an electric pole in half, part of it under the back and trunk, live wires down, motor running.
She still in seat belt, upside down. Right side up. She unbuckles somehow. She turns the car off. The keys would not come out. She tried the door, it wouldn’t open. She tried knocking out the side window, it wasn’t moving. A voice whispered to try the door again, she obeyed, it opened.
She crawled out. Through a fence, where the girl who was driving by stopped to help my daughter. Her precious in my eyes. Taking the time to stop, to help, like the Samaritan.
Witnesses who saw the accident thought it was a tornado, they did not see a car until it stopped. A swirling vortex that contained one of the most treasured possessions I have, my daughter. Nobody warns you how much you will love your children. How much you will love their spouses, fiancees. How entwined you become with them.
I reflect on Job’s great loss and that he would not rail. But he sat in the ashes. That’s what parents do, they cry out to God from the ashes.
I cry. I cry now typing this. She says she felt held, cocooned through the entire event, a Presence with her through it cupping her in a cocoon of peace.
No broken bones. The scans return from being read by a specialist in the city, no apparent damage to brain, skull or spine. Small bruises from her seat belt, slight abrasion from seat belt. Scraped up knee, hurt right hand from trying to break out the window. Neck sore.
The doctor gives this report, I hold my phone for my friend to hear, she was a scrub nurse and understands more and is clearheaded. The doctor finishes with telling Hannah how lucky she is…Hannah says, “No, God was with me.” The doctor doesn’t argue.
She rests in Christ’s love. For some years now she has known His love and salvation.
And what I want to say is that my heart would only have been able to survive the loss of her because of that same Savior. I would have been devastated, completely and utterly. We were spared.
And I praise Him for not calling her home. I thank Him for being present with her through this event, for her relationship with Him that enabled her to have such peace through it.
And as I sit in the ashes of my fear, I cry tears of thankfulness, praising Him for this mercy, pleading for salvation for those in my family who do not know Him. For Hannah’s friends, who do not know Him as their Savior.
I am asking you to ask this Presence, this Lord that Hannah and I both know and love, to show Himself to you…He will.
Matthew, who is considered to have penned an account of Christ’s life and ministry on earth, recorded these words from the God Hannah and I love:
7“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
9“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! 12So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.
13“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
Jesus Christ is this gate, I compel you to enter it.