In yesterday's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I wished my grandson A, Happy Birthday!
Normally, on that special day, we would get together to celebrate his birthday. However, A had plans for that day, so instead of meeting yesterday, we met on Sunday, to celebrate his birthday!
In the afternoon, after our pot-luck luncheon and meeting with my church family where we worship, I went home. A little later, I left home, and headed to my daughter B's home.
As I was driving, I wondered if I should take regular roadways, or take a highway, to help me get there, quicker.
Once I decided to take the highway system, I began heading there. It seemed to take forever, because for some reason, I began getting stopped at every intersection that seemed to have red lights.
Stop and go. Stop and go. It happened over, and over and over again.
Finally, as I was approaching the entrance to the highway system, I noticed a police car moving to block the entrance. I also noticed an ambulance and fire truck on the entrance way, along with a truck.
Then, I saw something rather heartbreaking. I saw there were two (2) vehicles in the ditch, beside the entrance to the highway. Here is a link to a photo, with no story, that was later posted online by The Windsor Star entitled, Two taken to hospital after collision at EC Row and Lauzon: http://blogs.windsorstar.com/news/two-taken-to-hospital-after-collision-at-ec-row-and-lauzon.
When I say it was heartbreaking to me, I really mean it.
Please don't get the wrong idea. I wasn't upset because I couldn't enter the highway system. I wasn't upset having to drive along an alternative route.
It was upsetting to me, to see those vehicles damaged the way they were.
Immediately, I prayed for those involved in the collision. And, for their families.
While praying, I found myself in tears, feeling extremely sad.
Then, all of a sudden I calmed down. God placed a thought on my mind.
Had I been at that location a few minutes earlier, I may have been involved in that collision. It might have been my vehicle damaged, and me, hurt physically.
It was then, that I praised God for protecting me.
Anyone who knows me, knows that I've not only lived with injury from that collision in 1980, when my life was totally changed, but I've been rather weak and weary of suffering through so many surgeries/operations over the past couple of years.
I began thanking Him for protecting me.
Much like what we read, in Ephesians 3:14, "For this cause I bow my knees unto the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,"
Had I not been driving, I truly would have been on my knees.
Not just praying thankfully, for Him protecting me. But also, to pray for those involved in that awful collision I had seen the damage of.
Once at my B's home, we enjoyed dinner and celebrated A's birthday.
Then, B showed me the link I just posted here. And, again... I silently prayed for all involved, for I was still feeling heartbroken for them.
Until next time...
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