Today I am writing just to be thankful to write.
There are days were things like the color of your shoes, or how many boys talk to you, or the amount of time you spent doing on your hair matters. And then there are days where only the fact that you are still here matters.
Today is Tuesday. Temple Tuesday.
Temple Tuesday is the day were I wake up early (like EARLY) and go do baptisms at the temple. I often bring along a friend or two and we have a grand old time while the rest of you lay fast asleep in your warm beds. (And by “grand old time” I mean Mormon grand old time. It’s the best kind.)
So today was Temple Tuesday.
I woke up at 4:20 am. By 4:35 am I was picking up one of my best friends named Lauren. By 4:45 am my car looked like this…
Right now it is 7:42 p.m. I am sitting at my computer with my only marks of the crash on the surface of my skin and Lauren is at her house with only sore muscles and a scraped knee.
While this isn’t one of those stories where everyone walks away with out a scratch, it is one of those stories where everyone walks away.
Me, being the less than average height person that I am, took an airbag to the face where it should hit the chest, and now look like I got in a fight with a ninja and lost.
But I’m alive.
I know there was divine help this morning on the icy freeway. I know that it wasn’t a coincidence that there was nobody at all around us in any surrounding lanes of traffic when we spun out of control and hit the median. As we were spinning and crashing there was this odd sense of awareness that I felt. I panicked, but for some reason Lauren didn’t. For some reason she talked to me through the whole crash giving me play by play on what I should do. It was as if I had my tumbling coach on the side of the mat yelling things like “point your toes” “stretch” “faster” as I tumble down the mat to hit a perfect pass. I don’t doubt that there was some divine power helping her do that.I know it wasn’t a coincidence that when our car finally came to a stop it did so on the side of the road out of the line of traffic. I know that it wasn’t a coincidence that the three men with construction vests in the truck were there as soon as our car came to a stop. I know that it wasn’t a coincidence that we both walked away.
Now, for me it’s easy to see the hand of the Lord in situations like this, but it is sometimes harder to see his hand in our everyday lives.
We live in a day where Satan does his very best to confuse people. We live in a day were confusion and chaos is a day to day thing. He wants us in distress. He wants us to fear. He wants us to forget our faith.
|Lauren and I with my car on the tow truck. My face was swollen so this was the best smile I could manage.|
|tow truck at 5am!|
|Car crash face!|
|Me right after the crash|
|My at 7:00 pm|
|Me at 7:00 pm again|
|me attempting to smile. #fatface|