I almost died today.
I was driving my
blue beast soccer mom van.
I had just taken Baby to the store.
My brakes cut out, and the van jerked loudly through the intersection – when what it should have been doing was STOPPING.
Looking in my mirrors and then at my son I turned quickly to the right, brake pedal useless.
‘Dear God, if ever I needed you it’s now. Protect my son.’
I wasn’t even breathing as I thought of what to do.
A church parking lot was to my right so I turned in.
And I turned again and again until the van stopped and the loud noise which came from beneath my vehicle stopped too.
Letting go of the wheel, and my fear I just melted.
I melted into the driver seat.
I melted into my son which I was now holding tightly, and in turn holding me, whispering how scared I was into his little ear.
I told my baby how thankful I was to hold him, love him, be here.
How such peace-filled hours can turn into terrifying moments, and just as quickly become the stories of gratitude, and thankfulness amaze me…