We interrupt this virus to tell you something important: This weekend, before we knew that people would start dropping like flies with illness here, Ty went on a camping trip with the Boy Scouts. I am always a HUGE worry-wort every time he goes, so I spend alot of time praying. I have to tell you though, this time was different even before I dropped him off at our church to meet up with the others.
On the way there, I lectured him on the importance of wearing his seat-belt while en route to and from the campout (it was a few hours drive away), and I told him how much I loved him like 50 times. He even asked me why I was "freaking out", and I told him that I'm a Mom, so I I have the express right.
Fast forward through 2 very cold nights that my boy was only in a mere tent and I was more than ready to go pick him up. When I woke up this morning it was already raining, but by the time lunch rolled around, it was flat-out storming, then hailing, with tornadic activity possible.
Knowing that Mark was barely coherant, I loaded the (also sick) kids up to take them to my Mom so that I didn't have to drive with them in this scary weather to go get Ty (our church is almost a half hour away).
As I was driving to my Mom's, I had such a sense of urgency within my spirit. Such a heavy calling to pray for those boys that it actually moved me to tears (and I am not a characteristically weepy person). So, I cried out for the Lord to place His holy hands around those vehicles as they travel back and to keep all of that precious cargo safe. I actually glanced down at the clock right as I finished praying, and it was 1:06 p.m.. I called Ty's cell phone and got his voice mail, so I left a message saying that I may be a little late because of the weather, but I needed him to call me back as soon as he got the message, so that I would know that he was safe.
I dropped the younger three off and as I was pulling out of my Mom's driveway, my phone rang and it was Ty telling me that he just watched the vehicle directly in front of theirs, which was carrying some of his friends, have a bad accident.
What he went on to describe was terrifying to say the least. The truck that they were in hydroplaned and started to spin out of control eventually hitting a tree and totalling the truck. The boys within were trapped and hurt and rescue was on it's way. He hung up the phone and called back a few minutes later to say that they had to use the hatchet to get the boys out, but that they were out and conscious, by the grace of God. By all appearances, it is a complete miracle that this post is not ending in a much different way.
God protected those boys today. Yes, they are pretty banged up, but they will go home to be with their parents before too long (one boy is still hospitalized at the time of this post due to a concussion and broken pelvis, but the other passengers were released). God caused not only me, but several other mothers right at the time of the accident to stop dead in their tracks and pray (it is completely wild to realize how many stopped to pray right at that time, seriously), and it only increased our faith and awe at His mighty sovereignty. God is so good.
I will ask that you say a prayer obviously for the 3 that were involved in the accident, but also for those that had to watch it. These fellows (leaders and boys) are a very tight-knit group so, needless to say, they are all pretty shaken.
Thanks for praying. I am off to bed. To God be the Glory on this night.