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So, its been a while since you've heard from me.

Do I begin every post like this? It seems like it! I take a week off of posting anything and then fill you full when I come back. I don't know why I do this. I wish I could say I wouldn't do it again, but I know better, and so do you!

Last Thursday, Sept 17, passed without me blogging about "this date in history". I can't remember if I've told the story before. I'm pretty sure I have, but I couldn't find it in the labels so let me recap.

Sept 17, 1997 I was driving to work, 34 weeks pregnant, and was hit by a truck of teenage boys that decided to make a quick left turn in front of me. They had stopped and then turned, so they weren't going very fast. I on the other hand was going a good 50-55mph.

Needless to say, I totaled Stephen's beloved truck and got my first ride in an ambulance. And let me digress for just a moment. I do not like riding backwards. It made me nauseous. OK!
The events between the wreck and me getting in the ambulance are laughable now, and I would love to tell you the story if you want to hear it, but would hate to bore you if you don't. So let me know if you want to hear it!

After we called my mom and Stephen's parents, they came. And they came quickly! Samuel was not doing as well as he should have been doing for a few hours after the wreck so we were all a little antsy as you can imagine.

But the next morning I was discharged from the hospital. Samuel was just fine, and so was I. We were so thankful to God for seeing Samuel and I through that accident. After seeing the condition of the truck and re-thinking the speed of the accident it was amazing that we both survived it.

God was so real to me that day and night. I was calm, albeit a little worried, but never fearful. I knew God had us in His hands and was walking with us during that time.

You know, sometimes life is harder than at other times. I don't understand it really. I just know that as a Christian God is with me, walking in front of me, loving me and caring for me. Knowing that doesn't always make life and the crazy times easy, but it sure brings me comfort. God is a Comfort. The lover of my soul, my shield, my strong tower. I am so blessed to know Him and experience His love for me. How about you?
Julie

Comments

Kelley said…
I totally agree. I have had a lot of things happen in my family last year. All I had left was the faith I was standing on. God pulled me through. I sure couldn't have done it all by myself.

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