Poor Opie

Sunday, May 17th, was a day full of scary fears and many prayerful tears. The day before we had left Brady with Cody's mom and dad in Levelland for the evening so that we could bring back the last few things to Midland. We decided to spend the night in Midland, child-less, and drive back the next morning and pick him up. As we were leaving our condo Cody and I were chatting about the day ahead when a Chevy Tahoe ran a red light. I was driving and only had time to say "Oh my God" and slam on the brakes. I never actually knew what it meant when you "T-bone" someone, but now I do. Luckily everyone walked away with only a few injuries. I have been very sore and am pretty sure my knee that I've already had surgery on three times is going to need surgery again, but I am okay.

About five minutes after the accident I became almost hysterical. It hit me that Cody and I were in the car together. At first (and I still am) so thankful that my Brady-bug wasn't with us, but then I went down that horrible path of what ifs. What if Cody or I would have died or been seriously injuried? What if Cody and I both would have been? Who would have raised Brady? Would Brady ever know how much his mommy and daddy loved him and how much they prayed for him while he was in his mommy's tummy? And then as if God knew (oh, because he DID KNOW) that satan himself was using this opportunity to creep in my mind, I felt HIS warm hands on my shoulders right there in the middle of the intersection telling me that if any of those What ifs would have happened Brady would have known that his mommy and daddy loved the Lord. Brady would have known, because his parents KNOW God's love. That at even two years old, Brady knows his mommy and daddy love him and that friends and family would have never let that wash away with the years. I began crying, not in hysterics, but in a peacefuly loving way because my heavenly Father knew I needed His love at that very second in the intersection of Wadley and Midkiff in Midland, Texas. Don't get me wrong, I am SOOOOO thankful that the what ifs didn't happen, but I am also thankful that Cody and I have publicly professed our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and that should something happen, Brady will know where his mommy and daddy went.

For those of you who don't know, we name our vehicles. Cody's red truck was named Opie and the only paid off vehicle we owned! Now it is the truck graveyard a.k.a. tow yard waiting for a determination from the insurance company.

Brandi

P.S. Haylee P. this is why we didn't make it by Sunday. I needed just to hug my baby and sit still.