The Accident!

On Sunday afternoon, there was nothing out of the ordinary to talk about. We had had a bit of unusual lunch, dinner. Not the usual meat and potatoes, but a cook out style of Sunday lunch. I didn't go to church. I was a bit under the weather, emotionally. Not really out of the ordinary for me on family special occasions. I do always get a bit homesick at these days.

I really didn't know that they had left the house. I was still basking in the rich word that I had gotten from Tenth, in the music and in the preaching as well as the corporate prayers. They seemed dearer to me for having missed them for so long. The phone rang and that is rarely a comfortable thing for me. So much bad news comes over the line. I could hear Elyse's voice say take the phone to Dad, right away. Still not alarmed, by that, they know that I don't like to talk small talk over the phone, ever. It seemed like 10 or 15 minutes, when Ben came down to announce that there had been an accident.

Oh dear, I pictured mangled metal and my children with scars on faces and hands, but walking out of it. I said nothing, just got my things and went along to see the damage. We mustn't be angry with them, you know. It is a mercy that they are able to call about these things and we've been so spared of these things for so long. I talked myself down from the anxiety. Ben was unusually light about it. I decided that he must know it isn't that bad.

I saw her swollen eyes from the street. Before we got into the parking lot, I saw her tears lining the street. Maybe I felt them under me as we drove. She was shattered, but the car was relatively unscathed. Slight damage to the bumper, but huge damage to the heart of my dear Emily. She is so sensitive!

All our hearts are still recuperating!