Coming Apart at the Seams

Today has not been the day I expected.

Are they ever, really?

We were in the throes of getting DD#1 off on her first foreign mission trip 

(Hello: teen years are toddler years
 remixed) 

and Big Red off to the wedding of a former wrestler who lives in another state.

Because of the mission trip, I decided that I wouldn't attend the wedding, and DD#2 opted to stay with me.

Big Red and I had coffee and oatmeal, chatted a bit about both trips,
 kissed goodbye.

I got a phone call about 45 minutes later.

Rainy weather.  Big curve.  Oil leak on the road.

Car totaled.

Big Red without. a. scratch.

Y'all, our car has no trunk.

The chassis is bent.

Had DD#2 been in the back seat, I'd be typing this from a hospital room. (Back seat wasn't crushed, but there was lots of glass.)

Had the car skidded the opposite direction, I wouldn't be typing this at all. 

 I'd be facing a funeral.

Big Red is discouraged about the whole money-insurance-etc. aftermath,

 but I haven't gotten over the sight of that car 

and my husband, unharmed,

 on his knees praying beside it.

Be blessed today,

(I am)

Ginger