Thank You God!

This is why parents (and grandparents) start every single day with a prayer for their kids’ safety.

Yesterday, my 16-year-old grandson Nate, who lives with us, was in a car accident. Not just a little fender bender either. The car ended up upside down in the middle of the road. Yes, upside down. Like a turtle. A very crumpled, steel turtle.

Nate was driving. Thank the good Lord for seatbelts because aside from some soreness in his chest from the belt doing its job, and some cuts and bruises on his hand from trying to punch out the window to get out—he’s okay. Shaken, yes. But whole.

His friend Mike, also 16, was the passenger. He ended up with a 4-inch laceration on his head that went down to the skull—just typing that gives me chills—but miraculously, there was no concussion. The doctors were amazed. So were we.

Later, the car was towed to our local garage. When we walked in the next morning, one of the guys looked up and asked, “Did anyone survive that?” That should tell you everything you need to know about the condition of the car. But God had His hand over those boys, no question.

Somewhere this morning, I imagine there’s a guardian angel nursing a migraine and asking for a quiet corner and maybe a cold compress. Because someone was definitely watching over them.

This could have gone a hundred different ways. But it didn’t. And for that, all I can say is:

Thank you, God.

(I know these pictures are hard to look at. But they tell a story of protection and mercy. Nate was driving, Mike was in the passenger seat. You can see where the roof was collapsed but leaving just enough room for their heads.)