Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Protected...

that's how we feel tonight. And a little shaken up.

We were driving the bridge over the Bay tonight after church when we heard a sound like a gunshot. I whipped my head around to see Isaac's window splinter into a thousand shards, and then Isaac and Claire both started screaming. As Vance pulled over, I realized that Isaac was holding a tennis-ball sized chunk of concrete next to his face.

It was scary, what with all the screaming and the flying glass and the blood (which turned out to be from Isaac's nosebleed 20 min before). But when the glass settled, we realized how protected we'd been. Somehow that chunk of concrete came directly through Isaac's window and hit him in the face, yet he had nothing but a little rash from the abrasion. No blood...not even a scratch. Thank you, Lord.

In typical fashion, Isaac bounced back almost immediately--it shows you the power of childlike faith that he could immediately calm down because God was his protector--but Claire took on the fright and had a much harder time calming down. We drove home a little slower, with the window blown open, suddenly much more aware of how helpless we are to truly protect anyone we love. And suddenly much more grateful for the sovereign King who is able to do all that we cannot.

4 comments:

SMS said...

Oh my gosh Terri. Just reading this has got me rattled. Praise the Lord no one was hurt. Protected indeed.

Ellen said...

Nana and I just read this post. Thank you, Jesus, that nobody got hurt. I know why you're rattled.

Heidi Brachle said...

Wow! So thankful for our Lord's faithful protection and thankful that you are all okay.

Becca said...

Eeeek! That is crazy stuff right out of the movies! Praise God you are all OK!