When I had my collision a few years ago, my last thought as the guy came at me head-on in my lane was, “If I die, who’s going to feed Frank?”
In moments like that, we learn what our priorities are, and mine is always the baby ;-).
God has his way. We have our way and God allows when He allows. He is a great and gracious Lord.
No matter who is in “the accident,” my thought is what about my kids? Even though they are grown and beyond the “mommie days.”
I hope, when I die, I can do so as gracefully as Helene did yesterday. She died in her sleep, and on her table were all the documents that were needed to see that she was not robbed blind. I admired the “old” gal, though she was not much older than I.
ARRGGGHHHH! I’m having a meltdown!