Sudden fog,
like a white curtain dropped without mercy,
mingles with smoke,
screaming sirens,
and angels lifting vacationers
from cars, now charred and twisted.
The future hangs shrouded
in the thick, woolly air . . .
I lay under a blanket dazed and damaged.
God's gaze penetrates the dense whiteness.
He remembers me with grace.
Five hours from home, we helplessly stared into the eerie whiteness on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as we barely tapped what must have been a car ahead of us. If this is all we hit, we'll be okay, I thought. I turned around to check on five-year-old Elisabeth. At that moment, a crushing impact from behind convulsed us back and forth like rag dolls. Elisabeth's legs flew up. My husband clutched his sides in agony.
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Eleven years have passed since that fateful day. Eleven years since those daunting days of whispered what-ifs, victories and set-backs, prayers and tears. Today, we remember eleven years of God's daily faithfulness along with the wonderful love and care of family, friends, and even people we didn't know.
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God remembered us with grace . . . a grace that is sufficient on the darkest of days.
(Taken from Chapter Two of my book, Penned Without Ink: Trusting God to Write Your Story.)
Makes me think of the scripture “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” (2 Cor. 2:9) I praise God for His blessings on your family.
ReplyDeletePowerful and poignant story. Beautifully expressed, Sarah. Can't wait to read your book!
Thank you, Cheryl! I love the verse you quoted...So grateful for the dailyness of God's grace and strength. Blessings to you.
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