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There were four people in this car, my friend, her husband, her mother, and her sweet baby who will turn one later on this summer. From what I understand, the mother was unhurt, my friend and her husband needed a total of five stitches for minor cuts, and the baby didn't have a scratch, bump, or bruise. There was no head trauma, no major lacerations, no broken bones. Talk about a miracle. All I keep thinking about is how God had his hands all over this family, for there's really no other explanation for how they all walked away from this.
Little Man and I were in a bad car wreck last June, not half as bad as this one, but bad enough that I don't want to have an experience like that again. Learning of my friend's accident brought back all the memories. I remember the sheer terror that lasted for a few seconds after realizing that we had been in a bad wreck and knowing that my baby was strapped in the back seat. I was also four months pregnant with Baby Girl, and was so worried about her. It seemed to take such a loooonngg time for the doctors to check us both out, and I was so wound up and worried until all the tests came back and we were both deemed to be okay. To this day I feel like it was only by the grace of God that we weren't seriously hurt.
Like I said, sometimes God whispers "I'm here, believe in Me." Sometimes He hollers it out loud, and sometimes, like here, there's a circumstance where we can see, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that He's always with us.
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