"You are the giver of life; your light lets us enjoy life"
--Psalm 36:9
My dad was in a car accident Monday.
His truck was flipped across the highway 4 times.
It was completely crushed.
The cab was flat.
Its parts were scattered across miles of highway.
Glass was everywhere. Including spread throughout his blood stained body.
I answered my ringing phone Monday night to my worried sister who lives near 2,000 miles away. She told me everything. She explained all the information that she knew at the time about what had happened. She knew that he was in the hospital, conscious, and with my mother who had been at his side since the moment she received the call from the EMT's. After she told me these things she said two simple words- "Please, Pray".
I remember nothing from the time we hung up to the time my knees hit the floor. Tears dripped off my face and onto the carpet while I begged God to save my dad's life. I reminded God (as if he didn't already know) of the eight children and the wife that would be devastated if he took this life. I begged and pleaded with God. Though I was in a dorm room with people living in such close quarters, my surroundings didn't even cross my mind.
Throughout the night, my siblings and I kept in contact with each other about what was going on. We knew that he was o.k. and the fact that he lives is a miracle.
A Miracle.
Those are the words I keep seeing everywhere in relation to the accident. People from church, facebook friends, texts from close friends and relatives all keep using those words. A Miracle.
I prayed a simple prayer this morning. It went like this-- "God... I thank you. I thank you because you are the giver of life."
I have never truly thought about the meaning of those words. God is the Giver of Life. He gives life to all. He is the only one in whom life endures. He holds life in his hands. He is the maker of life. He is the sustainer of life. He is the very example of life. His life goes on and on and never ends. His life has no beginning. His life has no limits.
So thanking God for saving my dad seems so simple. So raw.
Because that is what it is. Raw. Simple. God holds the power to protect one life in his very hands, and he chose to save this one man.
Prayer is beautiful. It is a raw and simple tool of communication we use to absorb the presence of a holy God. When there is no other options but to trust God's hand in the situation, we can experience something amazing. We experience God's power. And that is all I ever want.
