What does this all mean? We don't know

A couple nights ago, on our way out and while still in our driveway, we said a prayer asking for protection. 

Less than 10 minutes later we were driving through an intersection, and someone ran a red light and hit our car. 

Neither Den nor I saw the car, only the headlights coming towards us. I screamed (a reflex), and then sure enough I felt and heard the loud crash. 

Then there was immediate silence and I thought...it's over? That's all it was? And then I kept saying over and over, "This could have been so much worse!" 

I was trembling while Den calmly pulled over to a stop and got right out of the car and started walking away. I wondered what he was doing. Going over to talk to whoever ran into us? 

He soon came back with the back part of our car (molding?) that he found in the intersection, and threw it in the backseat.



We both looked around but could see no other car. Where did it go? What kind of person does that and then just leaves the scene?

Den surmised that he/she must have been DUI to have run the red light in the first place, and then to leave the scene. 

Den called the police and filed a report. Since the other car took off, and since neither of us actually saw that car, and since we didn't need an ambulance, it was all done by phone.

I asked him later, how did you keep so calm? He said it's his profession, how he was trained. I think it's just him.

Our evening could have turned out so differently! Had we just been one little second earlier, the car would have hit us broadside. Instead, very thankfully, this is all we got...


The next morning Den went back to the scene. There was glass and bits of plastic on the street left by the other car. He found a piece from our car too, and brought it home with him. 


This will be our souvenir of "what could have been."

We have asked ourselves many times since that night, why were our lives spared, and just last month, McKenzie's wasn't? 

We don't know. 

But what we do know is, our Father in Heaven knows. He has a plan for each of us. Someday we will know. Someday we will understand. I am 100% certain of that. 

But for now, we are both just so grateful we're not in a hospital this week. 



It's my favorite weekend again...

My two very favorite weekends of every year is General Conference. I know I've talked about it many times on here in the past. 

My sons grew up with this....always the first weekend of every April and October.

And especially now, more than ever, I really need this.  


Or to quote what McKenna wrote on Instagram last Wednesday:

"The debate last night was incredibly hard for me to listen to. In sharp contrast, I cannot wait for the peace this weekend will bring."





Look what happened last night

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