Two weeks ago, will was in a car accident. 

I was in Rexburg getting my hair did. We had our favorite sitter with the kids. I had asked will to be home by 6:30 in case I was running late as our sitter needed to leave at that time.

He called me when he left work. He does this everyday. It’s my favorite phone call of the day. Cause you know, I like it when he’s home. A lot. So I was going to have more time, decided to do a little shopping. Most likely window shopping, but fun nonetheless. Then about 20 mins later he called me again. 

This time he was loud and almost hyper. I said hello. He said “tiff! You gotta go home. Pause. My car got rear ended. Pause. It’s bad, like my wheel is off”  in those milliseconds I was like whaaaa?! I said “are you okay, are you hurt? Where are you at? He assured me was fine but wouldn’t be home in time anymore. That was his main concern. Typical. This man is a considerate one and always thinking of others. 

I quickly got on the freeway, I was already driving at this point. Then traffic hit a deadstop. Freakin road construction. And car accidents. Ugh. 

I texted our sitter, her amazing older sister came to switch her out. It was blessing that I can’t adequately express to not have to worry about my kids during this whole saga. I knew they were safe and loved. 

I was stuck in traffic and a panic mess. I just wanted to be with will. Even if it was just a fender bender. Outside of our neighborhood. Finally 20 minutes later. Felt three times that. I made it to our exit. 

As I drove up CL I saw that traffic was being directed. Panic. Sharp pains in my heart and my hands. I saw siren lights going. I saw people standing around. I realized immediately this wasn’t a fender bender. I pulled up and explained to the officer that that was my husband and where can I park? I parked, said anothe silent prayer and quickly got to will. Again he was speaking loudly. He continues to claim that he wasn’t. But dang he was so loud. In fact I thought maybe he hit his head and didn’t remember. So I hug him tightly. We examine the car together. The driver of the other car was a young man in his twenties. He was alone in the car but had several family members there. 

As I examine the car. Where it happened. How it happened. My heart sank. In every literal sense Will’s life had been spared. He was at a complete stop, waiting for the cross traffic to stop so he could turn. The driver was distracted, not watching the road. driving 50-60 miles an hour. He looked up, saw Will and swerved, only hit the back right end. The driver then flew across both lanes miraculously avoiding any cars and was stopped by a weed wall at the ditch. Miracle. Upon miracle. 

Will’s car was pushed just a foot into the oncoming crossing traffic lanes. A foot more. Things would have been different. If the driver hadn’t seen him and hit him square on. Things would have been different. If Will hadn’t had his seatbelt on. Things would have been different. Miracle. 

But things are different. He is here. He is healthy. He is safe. He was part of yet another miracle. He would downplay it as much as possible for forever if he could. Because he doesn’t like the attention. I saw pish posh. This is a legit miracle. Angels were there and he was protected. Over the next few days his neck hurt. He said he felt like he had been at a Metallica concert and strangled. Sad. 

I spoke with the one of the officers about what had happened while we waited for tow trucks . He looked me square in the eye and said “everything that happened during the accident…Well if it had happened differently, anything at all. We would be dealing with a real tragedy.” 

So Will’s car was totaled. Yes there annoyance in that. Annoyance that because someone made the choice to do something other than drive while driving, my husband was hit. But the gratitude for his protection outweighs the other. Most of the time. Every now and then I get waves of ughhhhh. But they are quickly replaced with a shaky heart of what if’s and thank goodness! 

How grateful I am that Heavenly Father is truly aware of us. It doesn’t mean we are exempt from hardships, sorrow or tragedy. He is there though. He comforts us. He guides us. He protects us. Regardless if we deserve it or not, he loves us perfectly. I hope to never forget what my heart felt as I realized what had happened. The miracle of protection. 

Love my Will.