And Mary said, "My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for He has been mindful of the humble state of his servant." Luke 1:46
I had just finished helping with Grady and Wyatt's school Christmas parties. I headed over to Jackson's classroom and helped set-up for his party. I had a few minutes to spare before the kids came back, so I checked my phone. I was surprised to see a missed call and voicemail from Scott. We usually text throughout the day rarely talking on the phone. Plus, he knew where I was and usually doesn't call or text me when I am at the boys' school. Somehow seeing that missed call, I knew something wasn't right.
I listened to the voicemal. "Hey Meg, it's me. Something interesting just happened. Give me a call back. Love you!" His voice didn't sound steady like it usually does. I tried calling back to no avail. I tried again. And again. And again. I had completely forgotten that he was driving into the office so him being in an accident was the furthest thing from my mind. I thought he got injured at home or something happened with his job.
Finally. Finally, he picked up after my umpteenth call.
Me: Hey babe. What's going on?
Him: I flipped my jeep.
Me: You what?
This conversation went on in circles like this until I could wrap my head around what happened and he could get the words out. He needed me to come get him and I needed to see and touch him. He told me he was fine but I needed to see it for myself. Still in shock I went back into Jack's classroom to get him. The boys had early release that day and I didn't know how long it would take me to get to Scott so I had to take the boys with me. I looked at Jack's teacher and stumbled over her letting her know I had to take Jack because his dad was in an accident. She gave me an extra hard hug and let me know she was praying. I somehow managed to calmly tell Jack we had to go because daddy was in an accident but that he was alright. We gathered Grady and Wyatt and were on our way.
I remained calm during all of this. Call it shock. I call it God. I knew in my heart Scott was ok. I talked to him. I also knew I had three boys watching me and I didn't want to freak them out. We drove down the country road to the main highway where the accident occurred. I couldn't see anything right away and then there it was: off in the distance were what seemed like a million flashing lights and a line of traffic being rerouted around the scene. Thankfully I couldn't see Scott's Jeep yet.
We pulled up onto the scene behind a police car. The firetrucks were still blocking the Jeep. I turned my car off and told the boys to stay put. I began walking towards the accident and there he was leaning against the cement barrier. The wrecker already had the Jeep in chains pulling back upright and there was my very best friend standing there perfectly healthy with not one scratch or bruise. I slowly walked towards him almost as if my body couldn't will itself to run.
I can remember the peace I felt walking towards him something fierce. The scene was bizarre: a Jeep on it's roof with the driver standing to the side in one piece. I got to him and hugged him tight. Never once did my heart race or hands shake. The only time I felt anxious was in the hallway when I couldn't get a hold of Scott. Other than that, I was in perfect peace and complete control. If you saw me in those moments you would've thought it was any other Friday for me. I cannot explain this other than God. God was there walking beside me knowing I needed peace and that I needed to be calm for our boys.
I made a bold statement on social media after the accident. I posted a picture of the Jeep on its roof and told people, "If you don't believe in God, you should." Pretty bold of me to say something like that. I meant it. Call it lucky. Call it blessed. I call it God. He appeared that day. He wrapped my husband in His arms as his Jeep turned onto the driver's slide and slid across traffic into the oncoming traffic lanes. This highway is always busy. The fact that not one soul was coming at my husband while he slid to the other side of the road is a miracle in and of itself. He didn't brake one bone. The windows were shattered, yet he had not one scratch.
"It's easy for you to say God showed up because your husband walked away from that accident. What about all the others who didn't?" The fact that we were blessed beyond measure that day is not lost on me; not one single bit. I know and believe that God shows up in the good stuff and the horrific. My bold claim had everything to do with the outcome of Friday's accident being nothing short of a miracle. I can't explain why some miracles happen and others do not. All I can do is shout from a mountaintop that God exists and still works miracles today.
..."holy is his name. His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation. He has performed mighty deeds with his arm..." Luke 1:48-50
I have been on both ends: the miraculous and the horrific. I will proclaim his name in ALL circumstances. Whether in the miraculous or the disaster, God shows up.
Almost sixteen years to the day Scott was in another car accident. That accident did not turn out as well. He was hurt and his car was totaled. The day after that accident I called him. I hadn't talked to him in eight months. We had broken up but for some reason I felt the need to call him. I remember sitting on my little apartment balcony with a blanket over my lap and colorful Christmas lights on the railing. He picked up and told me he couldn't believe I called. He told me how he had gotten into a car accident the day before and that was the moment; another miracle. You see, that accident so many years ago was a huge wake-up call for Scott. It was a tap on Scott's window from God letting him know it was time to believe. Sixteen years ago a car accident changed my husband's life forever. It was a miracle. Sixteen years later, we witnessed another miracle but now we had three little people watching. What a testament of faith for our boys.
I stand by my statement. If you don't believe in God, you should. He is righteous and true full of miracles even in the darkest of hours. Mary got it. She remained faithful in her belief and to God even when things didn't make sense. She gave birth to the One who would forever change the world. If Mary didn't believe in miracles, we would never have had a Savior.
I believe in God the Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the name of Jesus
The Creed
Love & Blessings,
Megan
I had just finished helping with Grady and Wyatt's school Christmas parties. I headed over to Jackson's classroom and helped set-up for his party. I had a few minutes to spare before the kids came back, so I checked my phone. I was surprised to see a missed call and voicemail from Scott. We usually text throughout the day rarely talking on the phone. Plus, he knew where I was and usually doesn't call or text me when I am at the boys' school. Somehow seeing that missed call, I knew something wasn't right.
I listened to the voicemal. "Hey Meg, it's me. Something interesting just happened. Give me a call back. Love you!" His voice didn't sound steady like it usually does. I tried calling back to no avail. I tried again. And again. And again. I had completely forgotten that he was driving into the office so him being in an accident was the furthest thing from my mind. I thought he got injured at home or something happened with his job.
Finally. Finally, he picked up after my umpteenth call.
Me: Hey babe. What's going on?
Him: I flipped my jeep.
Me: You what?
This conversation went on in circles like this until I could wrap my head around what happened and he could get the words out. He needed me to come get him and I needed to see and touch him. He told me he was fine but I needed to see it for myself. Still in shock I went back into Jack's classroom to get him. The boys had early release that day and I didn't know how long it would take me to get to Scott so I had to take the boys with me. I looked at Jack's teacher and stumbled over her letting her know I had to take Jack because his dad was in an accident. She gave me an extra hard hug and let me know she was praying. I somehow managed to calmly tell Jack we had to go because daddy was in an accident but that he was alright. We gathered Grady and Wyatt and were on our way.
I remained calm during all of this. Call it shock. I call it God. I knew in my heart Scott was ok. I talked to him. I also knew I had three boys watching me and I didn't want to freak them out. We drove down the country road to the main highway where the accident occurred. I couldn't see anything right away and then there it was: off in the distance were what seemed like a million flashing lights and a line of traffic being rerouted around the scene. Thankfully I couldn't see Scott's Jeep yet.
We pulled up onto the scene behind a police car. The firetrucks were still blocking the Jeep. I turned my car off and told the boys to stay put. I began walking towards the accident and there he was leaning against the cement barrier. The wrecker already had the Jeep in chains pulling back upright and there was my very best friend standing there perfectly healthy with not one scratch or bruise. I slowly walked towards him almost as if my body couldn't will itself to run.
I can remember the peace I felt walking towards him something fierce. The scene was bizarre: a Jeep on it's roof with the driver standing to the side in one piece. I got to him and hugged him tight. Never once did my heart race or hands shake. The only time I felt anxious was in the hallway when I couldn't get a hold of Scott. Other than that, I was in perfect peace and complete control. If you saw me in those moments you would've thought it was any other Friday for me. I cannot explain this other than God. God was there walking beside me knowing I needed peace and that I needed to be calm for our boys.
I made a bold statement on social media after the accident. I posted a picture of the Jeep on its roof and told people, "If you don't believe in God, you should." Pretty bold of me to say something like that. I meant it. Call it lucky. Call it blessed. I call it God. He appeared that day. He wrapped my husband in His arms as his Jeep turned onto the driver's slide and slid across traffic into the oncoming traffic lanes. This highway is always busy. The fact that not one soul was coming at my husband while he slid to the other side of the road is a miracle in and of itself. He didn't brake one bone. The windows were shattered, yet he had not one scratch.
"It's easy for you to say God showed up because your husband walked away from that accident. What about all the others who didn't?" The fact that we were blessed beyond measure that day is not lost on me; not one single bit. I know and believe that God shows up in the good stuff and the horrific. My bold claim had everything to do with the outcome of Friday's accident being nothing short of a miracle. I can't explain why some miracles happen and others do not. All I can do is shout from a mountaintop that God exists and still works miracles today.
..."holy is his name. His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation. He has performed mighty deeds with his arm..." Luke 1:48-50
I have been on both ends: the miraculous and the horrific. I will proclaim his name in ALL circumstances. Whether in the miraculous or the disaster, God shows up.
Almost sixteen years to the day Scott was in another car accident. That accident did not turn out as well. He was hurt and his car was totaled. The day after that accident I called him. I hadn't talked to him in eight months. We had broken up but for some reason I felt the need to call him. I remember sitting on my little apartment balcony with a blanket over my lap and colorful Christmas lights on the railing. He picked up and told me he couldn't believe I called. He told me how he had gotten into a car accident the day before and that was the moment; another miracle. You see, that accident so many years ago was a huge wake-up call for Scott. It was a tap on Scott's window from God letting him know it was time to believe. Sixteen years ago a car accident changed my husband's life forever. It was a miracle. Sixteen years later, we witnessed another miracle but now we had three little people watching. What a testament of faith for our boys.
I stand by my statement. If you don't believe in God, you should. He is righteous and true full of miracles even in the darkest of hours. Mary got it. She remained faithful in her belief and to God even when things didn't make sense. She gave birth to the One who would forever change the world. If Mary didn't believe in miracles, we would never have had a Savior.
I believe in God the Father
I believe in Christ the Son
I believe in the Holy Spirit
Our God is three in one
I believe in the resurrection
That we will rise again
For I believe in the name of Jesus
The Creed
Love & Blessings,
Megan
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