'Tis So Sweet

There's a phone-call that every parent dreads, the phone call that their child has been injured or in an accident and it catches you off guard. It knocks the breath out of you, it makes you shake, and you start to stutter as you're trying to find out more information without trying to be overly emotional. This blog post is going to be a little bit more personal as the Lord has been working in the life of my family this weekend.

Let me just tell you, that same phone call, the call that makes you go weak and nauseous exists for a child.... and I received it last Wednesday. My sister was home on Spring Break and she called me at about 9pm to tell me mom had been in a terrible car accident. Her car had flipped and mom was stuck inside. I sat impatiently beside my phone as I waited for more information to unfold from my sister. My mom was still stuck while I was on the phone with my sister and the Fire Department and EMS were trying to figure out how to get mom out. I could hear screaming, sirens and metal clinging on the other end of the phone. Laura Coleman couldn't talk any longer, finally she said, "I have to go. I'll call you when something happens." 

 My immediate reaction after I got off the phone was to get to my people. I wanted to be around people here that are a comfort and support for me.  I didn't need to be waiting and sitting alone, nor did I desire to do that, so I rushed over to a dear friend's house to wait. We waited. She prayed. I shook. I'm so thankful for that precious friend. (The Lord is still teaching me and welding me closer to His heart because of people here in Dalton. He shows Himself to me over and over from those who I spend time with.) 

About 45 minutes after the initial phone call from my sister, my phone rings. It's my mom. She explains to me that she's fine, badly bruised and hurting but she's fine. She explains to me how the accident happened and how she had already seen the Lord's faithfulness and provision. I then, make plans to come home quickly the next morning. Duh.

I spent the weekend at home with my mama. For a woman who is almost always "together" and on the go, it was hard to see her in pain, moving slowly, large bruises and much softer touch. It was good to be at home, watch movies in bed with her and get some extra lovin' in. 

Mom and I say we have a soundtrack to our lives. The song all weekend long she heard over and over through conversations, through the event of the accident itself and by praising God for her life was Blessed Be Your Name. It's a testament to my mom's faith in which after her life was spared, in which it so easily could have been lost, my mom still was singing and thinking of this praise to God over and over. Though all the glass in her car was shattered,  the Lord protected her in which she absolutely has no cuts.  Mom has a lot to be thankful for. My family has much more to be in complete surrender to the Lord for. The only thing we can attribute to my mom's healing today is God's complete protection, provision, grace and mercy. I am completely humbled in how SWEET it is to trust in Him. He has proved Himself to me over and over and over...... and I rest in His promises today.

Now, go hug your kids!!  Know that as much as you treasure, value and love your children- your children love you all the same in return. We may not be as consistent in showing that but, it's a part of who we are! I am very much my mother's daughter. I would be a completely different human if I wasn't the product of all of her (and my dad's) love, kindness, patience and yes... mistakes and flaws. I've become who I am today only by the love and direction of Jesus Christ and by the direct influence and wisdom of both of my parents. Their concern for me having a relationship with Jesus, teaching me to "act sweet", and showing me how to love people has shaped me to where I am right. at. this. second. 

It really IS so sweet to trust in Jesus.