Accident
The adrenaline is rushing! Lying in my bed reading (Agatha Christie), I heard a giant screech and cracking sound. Some one (an idiot) ran into the telephone pole outside our home and drove away! The pole is snapped in half and barely standing; the energy company is on the way. The street is littered with debris. People who saw it said the driver was going 70mph.
I live in an old neighborhood where telephone lines aren’t buried, but the poles are set back from driving traffic. So really, the pole ought not to have posed a problem. How could a person be so stupid? Reckless with their life and with the lives of others? My children and I play out there all the time during the day right in the area where this car went through our yard. It makes me sick to think of the possibilities!
I’m a bit angry about this, and scared. I know that I’ll have to do the one thing that will make me feel better: pray for that stupid driver. This is how my life always works: I get angry and solace comes from the Lord, specifically when I pray for the person who made me angry. At first when the anger is white hot, I just mumble something like, “God bless so-and-so.” If I pray for another person invariably God changes my heart toward them. Frankly this is nothing short of a miracle because my anger wants to dig in and hang on.
So tonight I pray, “God bless that person who drove like an idiot. I hope they’re okay even though I can’t imagine that they are. Amen.”
