Yesterday we had a little excitement during our epic adventure.
I know that sounds a little redundant, so let me ‘splain. No, there is no time. Let me sum up. (10 points if you caught the Princess Bride reference.)
It was an insanely dry-hot day in Arizona, so we were just chilling in our hotel room and blasting the air conditioner. The kidlets were watching Arthur on PBS, and David and I were working away on our computers. (We actually drag our desktop into the hotel with us. The housekeeping staff thinks we’re crazy, but oh well. Maybe we are.)
Anyway, as we were sitting in the room we suddenly heard a loud noise from outside, and we knew immediately what it was. There is just no mistaking the sound of metal squishing, plastic breaking, and glass shattering. We didn’t hear screeching tires, but we definitely heard the impact.
We opened the door and the accident was right in front of our hotel. One car had already moved to the side, but another was stopped in the middle of the road and obviously wasn’t going anywhere.
One of the drivers was a young woman about my age. (Yes – young. And how do I know she was about my age? Her name was Jen.) She got out of her car and ran around to the back door frantically opening it. At that moment David and I realized that she had a child with her, and we ran down the stairs to do what we could to help.
While David directed traffic, I sat with the sweet little 3-year-old girl who had been in the back of the car. She and I looked at flowers and talked about her favorite color while her mom got her purse, phone, and other necessities from the totaled car. The little girl was checked over from head to toe and seemed to be unharmed.
I asked the mom if she was okay and immediately she burst into tears. Physically she was fine, but was obviously shaken up and torn apart over what her daughter must be feeling and what potentially could have happened.
I found some crayons and paper, and the little girl sat with me and colored a picture while her mom talked with the police and made phone calls. While the little girl was coloring, she talked to me about what happened, and then told me that she was waiting for her daddy to come.
“He drives a big green car with a thing on top where we put my bike.”
She continued to color with one hand, while staring at the road.
“I don’t see him yet, but my daddy is coming. My daddy will be here.”
After several minutes a big green car turned the corner. Sure enough, there was a carrier on top that was just big enough to fit a 3-year-old’s bike.
“He’s here!” she yelled.
I put my arm out in case she got up to run to him, but she didn’t move. She stayed sitting on the ground in the shade with me, but started calling out to her dad, before he had even parked his car.
“Daddy! We’re over here! Daddy, our car broke and we are over here!”
Her dad came over and bent down next to her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. But our car broke.”
“I know. I’ll take care of it.”
And that was the extent of the conversation. He went over to talk with his wife and the police, and finished getting some things from the car.
The little girl turned to me with a huge smile.
“My daddy’s here. He’ll fix it.”
We wrote “To: Daddy” on the paper, and then we wrote her name. She took the picture and then sat back, completely at peace.
“I’m going to sit right here while my daddy takes care of it.”
Once the excitement was over, the little girl and her parents got into her daddy’s car and they drove home.
Last night I was thinking about the accident, and about the remarkable change that came over the little girl once her daddy got there. She was no longer anxious, because she knew he would take care of everything. She knew she was perfectly safe because he was there.
And then I thought about this verse:
…rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” – Romans 8:15 b
And then I thought about this verse:
If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! – Matthew 7:11
And finally I thought about these verses:
He gives strength to the weary, and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. – Isaiah 40: 29-31
And then I prayed.
I prayed that the family in the car accident would know the love of Jesus and that the little girl would have the same complete trust and faith in her Heavenly Father as she does in her earthly dad.
I prayed for a family in Washington that is sitting by the bedside of their daughter as she begins the slow and painful process of recovering from a 40-foot fall.
I prayed for a pastor in California, returning to the pulpit this weekend for the first time after tragically losing his child.
I prayed for my family members who are facing medical issues, both known and unknown.
I prayed for my friends who are battling cancer, and for the family of my friend who recently lost the battle with cancer.
For each situation, I prayed that they would know that their Abba, their Father, their Daddy was there, and that He would take care of it.
And finally I echoed the prayer of my own sweet daughter:
Dear Jesus, Please help us to remember this. Help us to not forget it, and when we become moms and dads help us teach it to our children, and help them to never forget it either. Amen.
See you soon!